The two men moved swiftly away in the gloom that surrounded the burning cabin.
A choking sensation caused the reclining man in the cabin to stir uneasily.
Presently he opened his eyes.
The room was full of smoke, and red tongues of flame were licking at the logs from every side.
Quickly Dyke Darrel came to his feet. A smell of burning garments filled his nostrils. The bed on which Sibyl Osborne rested was on fire!
"My soul! this is unfortunate," cried the detective. He was equal to the emergency, however. Springing to the side of the still sleeping girl, Dyke lifted her in his arms and strode to the door.
Quickly he slipped the rude bolt and grasped the latch. It refused to yield.
The door was firmly secured on the outside.