Dave and Tom, with the snow shovels, moved back over the opened way, keeping it clear in defiance of the gale.

As soon as Greg had the ice chopped away sufficiently, Dick, Dan and Harry began to carry water.

There was a water barrel in the cabin.
"If we had filled this yesterday we wouldn't have had to work so hard to-day," half grumbled Dan.
"Well, we want to do something, don't we ?" retorted Prescott.

"What did we come out into the woods for?
Just to sit around indoors and eat and sleep ?" With the utmost industry it took a long time for the youngsters to fill the water barrel.
"Now, we've enough for a week, anyway," remarked Dan, as he and Dick poured the last pailfuls into the barrel.
"Perhaps enough for forty eight hours, though we don't want to be too sure," replied Prescott.

"We want water enough for cleanliness, for cooking and for drinking.