Dick, on the other hand, elected to rove about the interior of the cabin, looking into odd nooks.
"This water barrel might be a little nearer the fire," proposed Prescott.

"Then we wouldn't have to break a crust of ice mornings.

Dan, you don't seem to be doing anything.

Suppose you come and help move the barrel." "All right," nodded Dalzell, jumping up.

"Where do you want to put it ?" Dick pointed to the spot.