They had traveled for perhaps a mile when Dick, who was a little in the lead, suddenly cried out:
"Hi, Paul! Here's a house, anyhow!"
"A house?"
"Yes. Straight ahead."
Paul looked through the whirling clouds of snow, and saw something dark looming up about thirty yards away.
"Maybe it's a barn," he said.
"Even that's all right; but where there's a barn there's most likely to be a house. I guess we're all right now."
Their horses stumbled on, over the uneven ground, and soon another big object loomed up through the snow.
"There's the house!" cried Dick. "Come on."
They managed to urge their horses to a trot, and, a few moments later, were knocking at the door of a large, white farmhouse. A pretty girl who opened it exclaimed: