said Dick ruefully. "However, anything's better than standing still in this storm."
There was no let-up to the blizzard, which fairly enveloped the lads in its icy grasp.
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:
"Come right in. I expect you're most frozen, aren't you?"
"Pretty nearly," replied Dick, as he entered with Paul.
They were soon near a warm fire, partaking of hot tea, though they declined the offer of some
