Go get your own breakfast." Armitage dropped a lump of sugar into his coffee cup and surveyed the room.
A large map of Virginia and a series of hunting prints hung on the untinted walls, and there were racks for guns, and a work-bench at one end of the room, where guns might be taken apart and cleaned.

A few novels, several three-year-old magazines and a variety of pipes remained on the shelf above the fireplace.

The house offered possibilities of meager comfort, and that was about all.

Armitage remembered what the agent through whom he had made the purchase had said--that the place had proved too isolated for even a hunting preserve, and that its only value was in the timber.

He was satisfied with his bargain, and would not set up a lumber mill yet a while.