As the barrel was two thirds full of water it had to be rolled carefully, to avoid upsetting or spilling.

It was no easy task for the two boys.
"Hen, you might come and help us a minute," Dick proposed.
"Whatcher take me for ?" Dutcher grumbled.

Whereat Tom Reade glanced grimly up from his book to remark: "Son, when you're spoken to, say 'yes, sir,' and hustle!" Something in Tom's look induced Hen to move rather promptly.

The three boys succeeded in moving the barrel a couple of feet toward the spot desired.
"Hullo," muttered Dick, halting and glancing down at the ground where the barrel had stood since their arrival.

"Look at that stone." The stone lay partly imbedded in the dirt flooring of the cabin.