Not unlike three shadows they crossed the open space, and found shelter behind the walls of the hut.
The girl never removed her eyes from the other cabin, and Cavendish, a step behind his prisoner, poised for a quick blow, the steel blade glittering in uplifted hand, saw nothing but the back of the man before him.

The latter shrugged his shoulders and marched forward, his eyes alone evidencing the passion raging within.
Without pausing they reached the door, which stood slightly ajar.
Stella pushed it open, took one swift glance within and stepped aside.
The other two entered, and she instantly followed, closing the door, and securing it with a stout wooden bar.

Her face was white, marked by nervous emotion, her eyes bright and fearless.

With one swift glance she visioned the interior; there were two rooms, both small, divided by a solid log partition, pierced by a narrow door-way.
The back room was dark, seemingly without windows, but this in which they stood had an opening to the right, letting in the sunlight.

It was a mere slash in the logs, unframed, and could be closed by a heavy wooden shutter.