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 *denly hit it, the cabin would shiver to its foundations. And outside was only a great white opacity of snow and cloud!

"Well, well!" cried Mr. Rogers, suddenly, in a cheerful voice, "here we are safe and snug—almost too snug. It's lunch time. It's past lunch time. Why shouldn't we eat? We'll all feel better if we eat."

"How are we going to cook anything?" asked Art. "There's no stove, and no chimney."

"And no wood," said Rob.

"There's a little bit of wood outside the door. I saw it when we came in," said Frank.

"And a lot of good it would do," Art answered. "You couldn't even light it out there in that tornado."

"We've got some cold things," said the Scout Master. "Come on, out with that can of potted ham, and the crackers we bought in Franconia to eat bacon on, and some sweet chocolate. We'll do very nicely."

The Scouts soon had sandwiches made with the crackers and ham, and offered them first to the couple, who, wrapped in blankets, were shivering in the corner. The girl sat up, and she and the man each ate two sandwiches hungrily, and sweet chocolate beside. The girl's color began to come back.