"
"I'll remember that," said Dick, and his brothers nodded. The
matter was talked over for several hours, but brought little
satisfaction.
On New Year's Day came another fall of snow, and the lads spent
the afternoon in a regular snowballing match among themselves and
with the hired man. Poor Jack caught it on all sides, and after
quarter of an hour's bombardment was glad enough to run to the
barn, for shelter. "But it's great sport," he grinned, as he
almost stood on his head trying to get from the back of his neck a
soft snowball which Tom had planted there.
The following day they started back for Putnam Hall, and on the
way met Larry, Frank, Fred, and a number of others. When Ithaca
was reached a surprise awaited the crowd. The weather was so cold
that the ice impeded transportation, and the Golden Star was not
making her usual trips to Cedarville and other points.
"Here's a state of things!" cried, Tom. "What's to do -- walk to
Putnam Hall?"
"Well, hardly, seeing that it is a good number of miles and the
weather is bitterly cold."
"Well, if we can't walk and can't ride, how are we to get there?"
came from Sam.
"That's the conundrum, Brudder Bones," laughed Larry, imitating a
negro minstrel.
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