With so many hands to help, they were soon stripped.

Then rough Turkish towels were plied upon them until even their skins began to show the red of blood and life.
"Now, wrap blankets about them, and bring them into a warm room," ordered the doctor.
As they entered the other room they espied Fred Ripley, already seated in an arm-chair by the stove, a bowl of something hot in one hand.
The driver of the sleigh now came in.
"You lads will want something warm and dry to put on," he declared.
"Give me your orders.

The distance isn't far.

I'll drive to your homes and get the clothes and things that you want." "No, thank you," returned Ripley, stiffly.

"I've already had a telephone message sent, and my father's auto will bring out what I need." "But you youngsters will want something ?" asked the driver, turning to the plucky freshmen.
Dick and Dave stated their requests, Prescott adding: "But please be sure to make our parents understand that we're safe.