and the seats had been covered with woolly sheep hide. In the right-hand
corner stood a neat pile of firewood, cut with an ax, and beyond this hung
saddle and saddle blanket, bridle and spurs. An old sombrero was hooked
upon the pommel of the saddle. Upon the wall, higher up, hung a lantern,
resting in a coil of rope that Carley took to be a lasso. Under a shelf
upon which lay a suitcase hung some rough wearing apparel.

Carley noted that her picture and the suit case were absolutely the only
physical evidences of Glenn's connection with his Eastern life. That had an
unaccountable effect upon Carley. What had she expected? Then, after
another survey of the room, she began to pester Glenn with questions. He
had to show her the spring outside and the little bench with basin and
soap. Sight of his soiled towel made her throw up her hands. She sat on the
stools. She lay on the couch. She rummaged into the contents of the
cupboard. She threw wood on the fire. Then, finally, having exhausted her
search and inquiry, she flopped down on one of the stools to gaze at Glenn
in awe and admiration and incredulity.

"Glenn--you've actually lived here!" she ejaculated.

"Since last fall before the snow came," he said, smiling.

"Snow! Did it snow?" she inquired.

"Well, I guess. I was snowed in for a week."

"Why did you choose this lonely place--way off from the Lodge?" she asked,
slowly.

"I wanted to be by myself," he replied, briefly.