"Where can you get any water around here?" asked Ted.
"I'll try at that cabin," answered Uncle Toby, pointing to a lonely one a short distance ahead on the road. "I guess it will be safe to run the car that much farther."
"Who lives there?" asked Ted, as the automobile went along more slowly, for Uncle Toby did not want to overheat it.
"Nobody lives there now," was the reply. "It's deserted. But there's a well near it, and it's such a deep one I don't believe it will be frozen. I can get some water from the well."
Uncle Toby stopped the car in front of the lonely cabin. He got out a folding canvas pail from the tool-box, and was going toward the cabin when Ted exclaimed:
"I thought you said nobody lived here, Uncle Toby!"
"So I did," was the answer. "No one has lived here for several years."
"Well, look at him!" cried the boy, and he pointed to a man running away over the field from the back door of the lonely cottage.