The great plank was supported at either end by a roughly constructed
sawbuck. It was very low, and for this reason two fairly square
boulders of comfortable proportions were sufficiently high to serve
as chairs.
For the rest, the furniture was almost too meager to suggest human
habitation, but from nails on the wall there hung a few shirts and a
pair of chaps, as well as a much-battered quirt. But a bucket of
water in a corner suggested cleanliness, and a small, round, highly
polished steel plate, hanging on the wall in lieu of a mirror, further
fortified her decision that the owner of this place must be a man
somewhat particular as to his appearance.
Here she interrupted her observations to build up the fire, which was
flickering down and apparently on the verge of going out. She worked
busily for a few minutes, and a roaring blaze rewarded her; she took
off her slicker to enjoy the warmth, and in doing so, turned, and saw
the owner of the place standing with folded arms just inside the door.
"Making yourself to home?" asked the host, in a low, strangely
pleasant voice.
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