he could not get hurt in the soft drifts. So Harry kept on chopping.
The tree swayed more and more. There was a cracking sound. Then Danny cried:
"Don't chop any more—I'm coming down!"
"Get ready, Harry!" called Bert. "We'll give him some of the same kind of a thing he gave us!"
In another instant Danny jumped, and as the swaying tree sprang back, when relieved of his weight, Bert and Harry leaped forward to pelt the bully with snowballs.
Danny tried to fight back, but he was no match for the two of them, and soon he began to look like a snow image, so well was he plastered with white flakes.
"Give it to him!" cried Bert, whose face still stung where Danny had struck him with a snowball.
"That's what I will," agreed Harry, whose ear was quite sore.
For a time Danny said nothing, but tried to block off the rain of snowballs, throwing some of his own back. Then, as he was almost over-
