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The Fight in the Cabin
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unbarred door was proof enough that the cabin was now deserted, the only question arising in my mind being occasioned by the rifle standing in the corner. Why had that been left?

Still there was no denying the evidence of my own eyes, and here was shelter and food. If the fellow returned he was only one man, and not to be greatly feared. The lady must rest before we passed another night in the saddle, and the place looked fairly clean, and was safe enough from the prying eyes of any passers by along the pike. I stepped down from the support on which I stood, and motioned to her to join me. She emerged from out her leafy covert, and I waited, my eyes upon her, as she came swiftly forward. In spite of the lines of weariness in her face the light of the dawn revealed a beauty that caused my heart to throb. Her eyes silently questioned me, and I explained quickly what discovery I had made.

"But the man may return," she said doubtfully.

"Of course, although I imagine he has disappeared for the day. If he is hiding out he may not dare to remain here in daylight. Anyway you can rest safely, for I am not in need of any sleep. I napped in my cell yesterday, and just a short doze will serve me. But you are terribly tired—it is in your eyes."