There was also a rusty stove, and a very small pile of billets beside it.

Winston, who had closed the door, stood looking at them with a curious expression.
"Where is the team ?" she gasped.
"Heading for a birch bluff or Silverdale, though I scarcely think they will get there," said the man.

"I have never stopped here, and it wasn't astonishing they fancied the place a pile of snow.

While I was getting the furs out, they slipped from me." Miss Barrington now knew where they were.

The shanty was used by the remoter settlers as a half-way house where they slept occasionally on their long journey to the railroad, and as there was a birch bluff not far away, it was the rule that whoever occupied it should replace the fuel he had consumed.