A property man and an electrician were engaged inside, but a glance as he passed showed that the blankets were still in the bunks.

He did not wait to see more, but passed on with all evidences of disinterest in this lowly abode.
He ascertained that night that the fight must have been had.

The table was overturned, one of the chairs wrecked, and there were other signs of disorder.

Probably it had been an excellent fight; probably these primitive men of the woods had battled desperately.

But he gave little consideration to the combat, and again slept warmly under the blankets.
Perhaps they would fight again to-morrow, or perhaps there would be less violent bits of the drama that would secure him another night of calm repose.
The following morning found him slightly disturbed by two unforeseen needs arising from his novel situation.