Three powerful teams stood before the door.

They were hitched to sleds, or clod-hoppers, which were nothing more than wagon-beds fastened on wooden runners.
A chorus of merry shouts greeted Col.

Zane as he appeared in the doorway.
"All right! all right! Here she is," he cried, as Betty ran down the steps.
The Colonel bundled her in a buffalo robe in a corner of the foremost sled.

At her feet he placed a buckskin bag containing a hot stone Mrs.Zane thoughtfully had provided.
"All ready here.

Let them go," called the Colonel.