want to take the dust. He was afraid that the
government would run him down for selling something that he didn't
own, and maybe then find out about some of his killings back East. At
any rate, he showed more speed in getting away from Adot than he had
ever shown before, and that's saying a lot, for he surely burnt up the
roads. We will unload your plunder right here on the porch, and we can
place them as you want them later."

Davy got his personal grip out of the car, but that was about as far
as he could go in the matter of unloading the baggage. While the men
were engaged in the task, he looked the house over carefully. One with
artistic temperament would have turned his back to the house and
looked on the tremendous spectacle that offered itself to view in the
south, in the east, and north. A vast brown meadow, rimmed with the
dark greenery of the ancient conifers; and high above, a blue arch
that draped down curtains of white to hide the sombre shades of cliffs
and hills and peaks innumerable. It was a wonderful sight.

But Davy's eyes were on this house. He looked it over carefully. The
general plan was as if a crib of logs had been built up to a square
of, say, nine feet. Then another crib of logs built fifteen feet away.
These were connected by a log structure in the center that allowed a
recess in the porch at the front, and by a log extension enclosure
that made a kitchen at the rear. It had been roofed with gray-green
shingles and the porch ornamented by sturdy log columns, with rustic
rails at the side. The logs had been closely fitted so that there was
no space between that needed the chinking of the cabins of the
pioneer.

The floor was in narrow, rift-sawed planks. The walls and ceilings
were covered with wallboard, properly paneled and carefully and
tastefully decorated. There was a big fireplace in the east room. The
west room was heated by a stove that found vent in the kitchen
chimney. Entrance to any room was from the porch. The general plan of
the structure was the same as that of many cabins being built in
public parks and dude ranches. Davy had not seen these. His
comparisons were with the fine, substantial inn, built at Old
Faithful. There was little furniture in the cabin.

"Well, what's your reaction, Laddie?" asked Welborn kindly as he
marked the serious look on Davy's face.

"Well, I don't know whether to sit out there on the porch and have a
good cry or go in the spare room and put up