CHAPTER XI

Postage Stamps Next morning, the snowstorm having abated, the boys went outside in a futile search for footprints. The snow had obliterated any tracks the thief might have made in the immediate vicinity of the cabin, but down by the boathouse, on the side sheltered from the wind, they found several footprints. Frank took measurements of them. “Might come in useful some day,” he commented. “I should say they were made by a fairly big man.” “How about food?” asked Chet, who had gone without breakfast. “Right away. Jo…