The starlike point of light in the cabin grew larger and brighter, and finally the log structure could be faintly seen against the side of the hill.
"Hello—hi, hi!" yelled Hackett, and the chorus of shouts which followed soon brought a response.
The door was opened, sending a stream of light out upon the snow. Dark forms crowded the entrance, and Piper's voice was heard, inviting them to come in.
The snow-drifts along the shore and around the cabin were particularly heavy, but the boys quickly floundered through them.
"I'm glad to see you," said Piper, heartily, as the group approached. "Been wondering how you fared in the storm. Hello—you here?"
His eye had rested on the forms of Tim Sladder and Billy Musgrove, who stood in the full glare of light.
At this remark, the latter's face assumed its most impudent expression. He folded his arms and surveyed the speaker an instant before replying, "Certainly—an' why not?"
"Oh, well—didn't expect you—that's all."
Piper's voice grew sarcastic, his manner became frigid, while Robson, standing just inside, gave a short laugh. "Anyway, we don't want that Bowser in here," went on Piper. "A hundred pounds of dog would take up too much room."
"An' I suppose me an' me pal, Tim, ain't good 'nough ter come in, neither—eh?" growled Musgrove, compressing his lips.