Both men, in fact, reeked with the vile fumes of rum.
Without another word they proceeded to examine the room, by looking into every box, behind a stone oven, and in the cupboard.

They drew the bedclothes from the bed, and with a kick demolished a pile of stove wood.

Then the ruffians passed into the other apartments, where they could be heard making thorough search.

At length both returned to the large room, when Girty directed Deering to climb a ladder leading to the loft, but because Deering was too much under the influence of liquor to do so, he had to go himself.

He rummaged around up there for a few minutes, and then came down.
"Wal, I reckon you wasn't lyin' about it," said Girty, with his ghastly leer.
He and his companion started to go out.