"I promised to take Mr.
Traylor over to Jack Kelso's to-night.

Couldn't you come along ?" "Good! We'll have a story-tellin' and get Jack to unlimber his guns," said Abe.
It was a cool evening with a promise of frost in the air.

Jack Kelso's cabin, one of two which stood close together at the western end of the village, was lighted by the cheery blaze of dry logs in its fireplace.
There were guns on a rack over the fireplace under a buck's head; a powder horn hanging near them on its string looped over a nail.

There were wolf and deer and bear pelts on the floor.

The skins of foxes, raccoons and wildcats adorned the log walls.