A grim smile signalled his discovery that there were no furnishings to take stock of.

Save for his camp bed, an affair of stout canvas stretched between crossed legs, the room was beautifully bare.

Not a chair, not a wash-stand, not a table cumbered it--unless a round, flat tree stump, which looked as if it might have grown up through the floor, was intended for both washstand and table.

It had served the latter purpose at any rate as upon it rested the candle-stick containing the solitary candle by which he had got himself to bed.
"Single room, without bath," murmured the professor.

"Oh, if my Aunt Caroline could see me now!" Oddly enough, something in the thought of Aunt Caroline seemed to have a reconciling effect upon Aunt Caroline's nephew.