“It isn’t much farther,” said Grandfather Gordon.
“We’ll climb through the rail fence here and take a short cut.”
The night had darkened so that the two Brownies scarcely could see a foot ahead of them. They were glad Grandfather Gordon seemed so sure of the way.
“Over you go!” he laughed, helping first Connie and then Jane across the top rail of the fence. “Now follow me.”
He set off, walking rather rapidly through the big drifts.
Hard pressed to keep up, the girls lowered their heads and plowed doggedly on.
Suddenly, in the darkness ahead, Grandfather Gordon stopped short. A shadowy figure had appeared from behind one of the snow-covered evergreens.
“Stop!” commanded a gruff voice. “Who is trespassing on my land?”