Barney Bill, surprisingly agile in spite of his twisted leg, sprang into the interior.

Paul, standing between the shafts, looked in with curiosity.

There was a rough though not unclean bed running down one side.

Beyond, at the stern, so to speak, was a kind of galley containing cooking stove, kettle and pot.

There were shelves, some filled with stock-in-trade, others with miscellaneous things, the nature of which he could not distinguish in the gloom.
Barney Bill presently turned and dumped an armful of books on the footboard an inch or two below Paul's nose.