I want to nose around a little." Sinton went to the east end of the cabin and looked up at the window.
There was no way any one could have reached it without a ladder, for the logs were hewed and mortar filled the cracks even.

Then he went to the west end, the willow faced him as he turned the corner.

He examined the trunk carefully.

There was no mistake about small particles of black swamp muck adhering to the sides of the tree.

He reached the low branches and climbed the willow.