The Grammar School Boys Snowbound or, Dick & Co. at Winter Sports   By: H. Irving Hancock (1868-1922)

OR

Dick & Co. at Winter Sports

By

H. IRVING HANCOCK

Author of The Grammar School Boys of Gridley, The Grammar School Boys in the Woods, The High School Boys' Series, The West Point Series, The Annapolis Series, The Boys of the Army Series, The Motor Boat Club Series, Etc., Etc.

Illustrated

PHILADELPHIA

HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY

COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY HOWARD E. ALTEMUS

[Illustration: "It's Fits Mr. Fits Himself!"]

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. REALLY A GREAT PLAN, BUT 7

II. DICK AND CO. FIND CAUSE FOR GLEE 25

III. THE CAMPAIGN TO COAX PARENTS 38

IV. "REMEMBERED" BY MR. FITS? 52

V. DICK TRIES STRATEGY 62

VI. THE LOG CABIN'S TELLTALE HEARTH 68

VII. THE PROWLER OF THE NIGHT 79

VIII. WORMING THE TRUTH FROM A WHINER 88

IX. THE INTRUDER WHO TRIED TO BE BOSS 100

X. IN THE GRIP OF THE BIG BLIZZARD 107

XI. SIX BOYS AND ANOTHER IN COLD STORAGE 120

XII. BLIZZARD TOIL AND A MYSTERY 129

XIII. A VISITOR BY THE AIR ROUTE 140

XIV. THE MYSTERIOUS NOISES OF THE NIGHT 150

XV. DICK STRIKES A REAL FIND 155

XVI. KEEN ON THE TRAIL OF THE PUZZLE 165

XVII. HEN TURNS HIS VOICE LOOSE 175

XVIII. YOUNG MR. COME BACK & CO. 186

XIX. NOT A LOVE FEAST 196

XX. THE COOK SHACK DISASTER 203

XXI. ON THE TRAIL BACKWARD 215

XXII. HEN DUTCHER IS MODEST 226

XXIII. THIS TIME IS AS GOOD AS ANY OTHER 236

XXIV. CONCLUSION 244

The Grammar School Boys Snowbound

CHAPTER I

REALLY A GREAT PLAN, BUT

As Hen Dutcher came up to a group of boys on the ice, and slowed down his speed, he stuck the point of his right skate in the ice to bring himself to a full stop.

"Huh! You fellows think you're some smart on fancy skating, don't you?" he demanded rather scornfully.

"No," replied Dave Darrin shortly.

"You been showing off a lot, then."

"Hen," grimaced Dave, "I'm afraid you're going to miss your calling in life."

"Didn't know I had any," grunted Hen.

"Yes, you have; one of your own choosing, too."

"What is it?" asked Hen curiously.

"You're a walking anvil chorus."

"An anvil chorus?" repeated Hen Dutcher, the puzzled expression deepening in his face.

"Yes; wherever you go the fellows are sure to hear the sounds of 'hammering' and 'knocking.'"

A score of boys grinned, a dozen laughed outright. But Hen wasn't bright enough to see the point.

"What's an anvil got to do with it all?" demanded Hen in a puzzled tone. "An anvil belongs in a blacksmith shop."

"And that's where you ought to go, to do all your 'hammering' and 'knocking,'" explained Dave, as he skated slowly away.

"Huh! You think you're smart!" growled Hen, who still couldn't see why the other fellows had laughed.

"Hen," remarked Dick Prescott, "I'm afraid you're not up to concert pitch."

"Concert pitch?" repeated the dense one. "No, I know I'm not. Did I ever make any claim to being musical?"

"You see," hinted Greg Holmes, "the trouble with the Dutcher kid is that he's all ivory, from his collar button up."

Another laugh greeted this assertion, but Hen only glared stupidly.

"Ivory is all white, anyway," Hen muttered. "So am I."