He placed me on our little bunk, with plenty of blankets to cover me.

All our provisions he put within my reach.

A cup was lashed to a long sapling, and Harrington made a hole in the side of the dugout so that I could reach this cup out to a snow-bank for my water supply.
Lastly he cut a great pile of wood and heaped it near the fire.

Without leaving the bunk I could thus do a little cooking, keep the fire up, and eat and sleep.

It was not a situation that I would have chosen, but there was nothing else to do.
The nearest settlement was a hundred and twenty-five miles distant.
Harrington figured that he could make the round trip in twenty days.