a bit grumpy myself. He said nothing, and I was resolved to ask nothing, even if we tramped on all night.
We came upon the cabin abruptly. For a week of trail we had met no one, and, in my mind, there had been little likelihood of meeting any one for a week to come. And yet there it was, right before my eyes, a cabin, with a dim light in the window and smoke curling up from the chimney.
"Why didn't you tell me—" I began, but was interrupted by Lon, who muttered:—
"Surprise Lake—it lies up a small feeder half a mile on. It's only a pond."
"Yes, but the cabin—who lives in it?"
"A woman," was the answer, and the next moment Lon had rapped on the door, and a woman's voice bade him enter.
"Have you seen Dave recently?" she asked.
"Nope," Lon answered carelessly. "I've been in the other direction, down Circle City way. Dave's up Dawson way, ain't he?"
The woman nodded, and Lon fell to unharnessing the dogs, while I unlashed the sled
