Its name will be the Inn of the Panther.

Menials in gorgeous livery will show us to our chambers, one for every man, where we will sleep between white sheets of the finest linen." "I wonder if they will let us take our rifles to bed with us," said Ned, "because in this country I don't feel that I can part with mine, even for a moment." "That is a mere detail which we will discuss with our host," said Obed.
"Perhaps, after you have eaten of the chicken and drunk of the wine at this glorious Inn of the Panther, you will not be so particular about the company of your rifle, Mr.Fulton." The Panther uttered a cry of joy.
"I've got my b'arin's exactly now," he said.

"It ain't more'n four miles to a cabin that I know of, an' if raiders haven't smashed it it'll give us all the shelter we want." "Then lead us swiftly," said Obed.

"There's no sunset or anything to give me mystical lore, but the coming of that cabin casts its shadow before, or at least I want it to do it." The Panther's announcement brought new courage to every one and they quickened their lagging footsteps.

He led toward a dark line of timber which now began to show through the driving snow, and when they passed among the trees he announced once more and with exultation: "Only a mile farther, boys, an' we'll be where the cabin stands, or stood.