"It's awful cold," shivered Dot.
"Wait till Jumpin' Jane gets fired up an' you won't feel cold," encouraged Don.
They tried to hurry over the frozen rough road but found the blankets an impediment, so Don suggested that they take them off and carry them instead. This was done and walking was much easier.
"I'm hungry, shall we eat the apple?" asked Dot.
"You'll be hungrier for breakfast if you eat the apple now. Remember, we ate the crackers," said Don.
So Dot stoically resisted the temptation to devour the apple in Don's pocket.
"Oh, I'm so tired! Let's sit down here a minute and rest," said Dot.
"No, you mustn't! Haven't you ever heard that it's dangerous to sit down in the cold when you're tired? Folks get frozen stiff that way," said Don.
After a long, cold walk—the latter half dragged out by half-frozen feet—the children reached the spot where the timber cutting was being done. The gaunt forest trees looked very weird in the moonlight, and Jumpin' Jane stood like a grim ogre waiting to swallow anything so small as the twins.
"Oh! but she looks awful!" whispered Dot, as they drew near the great black thing.