Ten minutes later he was outside the house. He stopped and listened. “Strange!” he thought. “I can’t hear anything, not even a radio or a television, but there must be someone in there! There’s a light on.” Just at that moment, a thought struck him.
“This is probably the only house around for miles! The police know I’m probably around here somewhere; and if they’re anywhere, they’re in that house, waiting for me!”
Coke did not move. The wind became colder. His feet and hands felt like ice in the snow. “I have to take the chance! I have to! This is the only place I can find warm clothes and food!” he thought.