In the first place, it was doubtless only the cabin of some prospector, such as she had often heard of.

In the second place, night was almost upon her, and she saw no desirable camping-place, or at least any with the necessary water at hand.
What harm could come to her?
Among Western men, she well knew a woman is safer than all the law and the police of the settled East can make her, so she nerved her courage and advanced toward the faint, changing light.
The cabin was hidden very cunningly.

Crouched among the mighty boulders which earthquakes and storms of some wilder, earlier epoch had torn away from the side of the crags above, the house was like another stone, leaning its back to the mountain for support.
When she drew very close she knew that the light which glimmered at the window must come from an open fire, and the thought of a fire warmed her.

She hallooed, and receiving no answer, fastened the horses and entered the house.

The door swung to behind her, as if of its own volition it wished to make her a prisoner.
The place consisted of one room, and not a spacious one at that, but arranged as a shelter, not a home.