I'll scrape it off with my knife. Why don't you wear
overshoes?"
"I never have a cold!" she retorted. "Why, Minnie, is that you?"
"Quick," I panted. "Thoburn and Mr. von Inwald
coming--basket--lantern--warn the shelter-house!"
"Great Scott!" Mr. Pierce said. "Here, you girls crawl over the fence:
you'll be hidden there. I'll run back and warn them."
The lantern was swinging again. Mr. Thoburn's grumbling came to us
through the snow, monotonous and steady.
"I can't climb the fence!" Miss Patty said pitifully. But Mr. Pierce had
gone.
I reached my basket through the bars and climbed the fence in a hurry.
Miss Patty had got almost to the top and was standing there on one
snow-covered rail, staring across at me through the darkness.
"I can't, Minnie," she whispered hopelessly. "I never could climb a
fence, and in this skirt--!"
"Quick!" I said in a low tone. The lantern was very close. "Put your leg
over."
She did, and sat there looking down at me like a scared baby.
"Now the other."
"I--I can't!" she whispered. "If I put them both over I'll fall."
"Hurry!"
With a little grunt she put the other foot over, sat a minute with
agony in her face and her arms out, then she slid off with a squeal
and brought up in a sitting position inside the fence corner. I dropped
beside her.
"What was that noise?" said Mr. Thoburn, almost upon us. "Something's
moving inside that fence corner."
"It's them deers," Mike's voice this time.
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