Therefore the lawyer's man had chartered the house, as well as the family that owned it, to make the holiday vacation party comfortable over one night.

Roaring fires, hot supper, feather beds, and plenty of woolen blankets awaited the crowd from Milton at this backwoods hostelry. Mr. Dan Durkin, who was the proprietor of the c.o.xford Hotel, and his hospitable wife and daughters, could not do too much for the comfort of Mr. Howbridge and his friends.

"We don't have enough strangers here in winter time to keep us in mind of what city folks are like," the hotel-keeper declared. "When Miz'

Birdsall was alive, she and her man and the kids used to come through here three-four times 'twixt the first snow flurries an' the spring break-up. They liked to see their camp up there in the hills durin'

the winter. But after Miz' Birdsall died, he never came."

"And the children?" asked Mr. Howbridge, thoughtfully.

"They did come in summer," said Durkin; "but not in the winter."

"You haven't seen them of late, have you?" questioned the lawyer.

"Them twins? No. Nary hide nor hair of 'em. I tell you, ain't n.o.body--scurcely--gets up here this time' o' year. 'Ceptin' a few stragglers for the fishin', perhaps. But we don't see them here at the hotel. We don't take in stragglers."

But he and his family, as has been said, did their very best for the party from Milton. The young folks slept soundly, and warmly, as well, and were really sorry to crawl out of the feather beds at seven o'clock the next morning when they were called to get ready for breakfast.

The cold and the long ride of the day before seemed to have done n.o.body any harm. The balsam-laden air, when they went to the hotel porch for a breath of it before breakfast, seemed to search right down to the bottom of their lungs and invigorate them all. Surely, as Neale had told Agnes, no tubercular germ could live in such an atmosphere.

"Just the same," said Ruth, wisely, when Agnes mentioned this scientific statement fathered by the ex-circus boy, "you children keep well wrapped up. What is one man's medicine is another man's poison, Mrs. Mac often says. And it is so with germs, I guess. What will kill one germ, another germ thrives on. A bad cold up here will be almost sure to turn into pneumonia. So beware!"

"Don't keep talking about being sick," cried Cecile. "You are almost as bad as Neighbor." "Neighbor" Henry Northrup lived next door to the Shepards and their Aunt Lorena, and was Luke's very good friend.

"Neighbor is forever talking about symptoms and diseases. After a half hour visit with him I always go home feeling as though I needed to call the doctor for some complaint."

They made a hearty and hilarious breakfast of country fare--fried pork and johnnycakes, with eggs and baked beans for "fillers." Mrs. MacCall should not have tried to eat the crisply fried "crackling" as the farmers call the pork-rind; but she did. And one of the teeth on her upper plate snapped right off!

"Oh, dear me, Mrs. Mac!" gasped Agnes. "And not a dentist for miles and miles, I suppose!"

"Oh, well, I can get along without that one tooth."

"My pop's got a new set of false teeth," Sammy said soberly. "He's just got 'em--all new and shiny."

"What did he do with the old ones he had?" asked Tess, interested.

"Huh! I dunno. Throwed 'em away, I hope. Anyway," said Sammy, who had had much experience in wearing made over clothing, "mom can't cut them down and make me wear 'em!"

The jangling of sleighbells hurried the party through breakfast. The little folks were first out upon the porch to look at the two pungs, filled with straw, and each drawn by a pair of heavy horses. The latter did not promise from their appearance a swift trip to Red Deer Lodge; but they were undoubtedly able to draw a heavy load through the deepest drifts in the forest.

They set out very gayly from the little lakeside town. It was not a brilliantly sunshiny day, for a haze wrapped the mountain tops about and was creeping down toward the ice-covered lake.

"There's a storm gathering," declared one of the men engaged to drive the Milton party into the woods. "I reckon you folks will git about all the snow you want for Christmas."

"At any rate, it won't be a green Christmas up here," Agnes said to Neale, who sat beside her in the second sled. "I don't think it is nice at all not to have plenty of snow over Christmas and New Year's."

"I'm with you there," agreed the boy. "But I'm glad I haven't got to shovel paths through these drifts," he added, with a quick grin.

They found the tote-road, as the path was called, quite filled with snow in some places. There were only the marks of the sleds that had gone up two days before with the servants and baggage and returned--these same two pungs in which the party now rode.

The drifts were packed so hard that the horses drew the sleds right over the drifts, without breaking through more than an inch or two with their big hoofs. In some places they could trot heavily, jerking the sleds along at rather a good pace; but for most of the way the road was uphill, and the horses plodded slowly.

The boys got out now and then to stretch their legs. Agnes, too, demanded this privilege, and tramped along beside Neale after the sleds on the uphill grades. Mainly the party was warm and comfortable, and cheerful voices, laughter, and song rang through the spruce woods as they traversed the forest-clad hills.

Red Deer Lodge, it proved, was a long day's journey from the lakeside into the wilderness. Never before had the Corner House girls and their friends visited so wild a place. But they foresaw no trouble in store for them--not even from the gathering storm.

"Of course," Agnes said, when she was tramping on one occasion with the boys behind the second sled, "there must be bears, and wolves, and catamounts, and all those, in these woods in summer. But they are all hidden away for the winter now, aren't they, Neale?"

"The bears are holed up," he granted. "But the other varmints--"

"What are those?"

"That is what Uncle Bill Sorber calls most carnivorous animals,"

laughed Neale. "Creatures that prey--"

"Je-ru-sa-_lem_!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the wide-eared Sammy. "You don't mean to say wild animals pray, do you? I never knew they were that religious!"

"Good-_night_!" laughed Neale. "I mean those that prey on other animals--live on 'em, you know. _Prey_ on 'em."

"Je-ru-sa-_lem_!" murmured Sammy. "Just like the fleas on my bulldog, Buster?"

"That's enough! That's enough!" groaned Neale. "No use trying to teach this boy anything."

"Huh!" grumbled Sammy Pinkney. "They make me learn enough in school.

Don't you begin to pick on me out here in the woods, Neale O'Neil."

Just then Tom Jonah, who, his tongue hanging out, had been padding on ahead, suddenly uttered a loud bark and leaped out of the path. He went tearing away across the tops of the drifts and through the open wood through which the tote-road then pa.s.sed.

Out of a close-branched spruce just ahead of the big dog shot a tawny-gray body, and a fearsome yowl drowned the barking of the dog.

But the creature that had created Tom Jonah's excitement was running away.

"Call off that dog!" shouted the head driver. "Want him all chawed up?"

Tess stood up and began to scream for Tom Jonah to return. The old dog would obey her voice if no other.

"Oh! What _is_ that?" cried Ruth.

"Link," said the driver, succinctly, as the beast uttered another angry howl which made the returning Tom Jonah turn to snarl in the stranger's direction.

"Oh!"

"He means _lynx_," said Mr. Howbridge.

"Don't, nuther," snorted the driver. "There's only one of him, so he's a link. If they was two or more they'd be links."

"Oh! Ah!" chuckled Luke Shepard. "And that one is now the 'missing link.' He was making tracks for the port of 'missing links' when he disappeared."

"He's goin' some. That dog give him a scare," admitted the driver, as a third and more distant yowl floated back to them from the depths of the forest.

The whole party, however, was impressed by the incident. More than Dot were disturbed by the thought of danger.