She glanced about with faint curiosity, but the interior of the cabin showed nothing out of the ordinary, consisting as it did of one room with a cot in the corner, upon which were tumbled blankets, and above which was a row of pegs.

Opposite was a sheet-iron box-stove supported knee-high on a tin-capped framework of wood, and in the centre a table with oil-cloth cover.

Around the walls were some cooking utensils, a few cases of canned goods, and clothes hanging in a row.
"I'm not fixed up very well yet," he apologized; "I've been too busy at the saloon to waste time on living quarters.

But it's comfortable enough for an old roadster like me, for I've bruised around the frontier so long that I've learned there's only three things necessary to a man's comfort--warm clothes, a full stomach, and a dry place to sleep.

All the rest that goes to make a man content he has inside him, and I'm not the kind to be satisfied, no matter where I am or what I have.