THE LONE CABIN Henry was deeply thankful for this shelter because he knew how badly it was needed.

He went to the single little window, which sagged half open on hinges made of the skin of the buffalo.

He pushed it back in place, and fastened it, too, with a smaller bar, which he was lucky enough to find lying on the floor.
"Well, Paul, we are here," he said.
As he spoke he looked keenly and anxiously at his comrade.
"Yes, Henry," Paul replied.

"Here we are, and mighty glad am I.It's good to be in a house again after that river." Henry noticed at once that his voice was thinner and weaker than usual, and he saw also that the color on Paul's face was high--the rest and the little fire in the forest had not been enough.

Again he was deeply grateful for the presence of the cabin.