She came, after what seemed to Kenny a long, long time, to a rude cabin made of logs.

There was a light in the window.

Joan opened the door and disappeared.
If he had known definitely what he thought, he told himself with an Irish twist, the agony of his suspense would have been worse and less.
The sharp intensity of the pain in his heart terrified him.

Whatever lay in the cabin of logs was something apart from him.

The night noises of the forest blared strangely in his ears.