This Philip was quite willing to do, and it is needless to say that his small audience was very much pleased.
“I say,” said Henry, “you play well enough to give concerts.”
“I have done it before now,” answered Philip, smiling.
They were invited to spend the night, but desired to push on to the hotel, being refreshed by their supper and feeling able to walk three or four miles farther.
About half-way their attention was drawn to what appeared a deserted cabin in the edge of the woods, some twenty rods back from the road.
“I say, Philip,” said Henry, “there’s an old hut that looks as if nobody lived in it. Wouldn’t it be a lark for us to sleep there to-night? It would save the expense of lodging at the hotel, and would be an adventure. I haven’t had any adventures yet.”
“I have no objection,” said Philip. “We’ll go, at any rate, and look at it.”
They crossed the field, which seemed to have been only partially cleared, and soon reached the hut.
It was very bare within, but on the floor, in one corner, was a blanket spread out. There was a place for a window, but the sash had been removed, and it was easy to step in.
“I wonder how this blanket came here?” said Philip.