Greg drew the shortest twig, so he had to stay at the camp.

I got the next shortest twig, so my job is boat-tender." Dave and Dan stepped ashore.

Heaving a sigh, Harry paddled out on the lake some hundred and fifty feet from land.
"Now, how are we going to beat up the country on this fine July morning ?" Tom wanted to know.
Dick stood looking at the surrounding ground.
"I think I know as good a plan as any," he announced, after a pause.

"Dave, you and I will walk down the lake, using our eyes and ears.

Tom and Dan will go in the opposite direction.