Rifle in hand, and on foot, he slipped around in the woods, as a hunter might have, to stalk drinking deer.

There were no smoke, no noise, no horses anywhere round the cabin, and after watching awhile Wade went forward to look at it.

It was an old ramshackle hunter's or prospector's cabin, with dirt floor, a crumbling fireplace and chimney, and a bed platform made of boughs.

Including the door, it had three apertures, and the two smaller ones, serving as windows, looked as if they had been intended for port-holes as well.

The inside of the cabin was large and unusually well lighted, owing to the windows and to the open chinks between the logs.
Wade saw a deck of cards lying bent and scattered in one corner, as if a violent hand had flung them against the wall.