T." "Go ahead and do what?" "Lead the way through that chimney. My! I believe it has stopped snowing and the boys don't know it." "Come on then and make sure," Betty cried, and began to scramble up the sloping tunnel on hands and knees. Both
girls were warmly dressed, booted, and mittened. A little snow would not hurt them--not even a great deal of snow. And that a great deal had fallen and blown into this railroad cut, Betty and Bobby soon realized when they had scrambled out through what the latter had called "the chimney." Only a few big flakes drifted in the air, which was keen and biting. But the wind had ceased--at leas