I would much rather have gone out with the sheep, but I did not like to leave Addison.

I got up and searched for more fuel, for I could not bear to think of letting the fire go out.

No loose boards remained except an old cleated door partly off its hinges, which opened on a flight of dark stairs that led into the cellar.

We broke up the door and took turns again tending the fire.
"Oh, well, this isn't so bad," Addison said.

"But I wonder what the old Squire will think when he gets to Morey's place with the team and finds that we haven't come.