Bert went to it and gave a cry of surprise. There stood the young hunter—Henry Burdock.
"I came over to see if you were all right," he said. "We have had a fearful storm. Part of my cabin was blown away, and I wondered how you fared at Snow Lodge. Are you all right?"
"Yes, Henry, we are," said Mr. Bobbsey. "And the storm was a good thing for you."
"I don't see how. My cabin is spoiled. I'll have to build it over again."
"You won't have to, Henry. You can come to live at Snow Lodge now."
"Never. Not until my name is cleared, I will never come to Snow Lodge until the missing money is found, and my uncle says I did not take it."
"Then you can come now, Henry," cried Mr. Bobbsey, holding out the roll of bills. "For the money is found and we can clear your name!"
"Is it possible!" exclaimed the young hunter, in great and joyful surprise. "Oh, how I have prayed for this! The money
