“At what time?”
“Just after sunrise.”
“And you have watched the cabin since then?”
“No, I was off in the woods for a little while.”
“But you remained,” Murdock said, turning to Bob; “you watched the cabin in his absence?”
“Of course I did,” responded Bob, stoutly. “I never took my eyes off of it.” Considering that he had been fast asleep for about two hours, of which time Benton had been away, Bob told his story with a good grace.
“I can not understand it,” muttered Murdock, an angry cloud upon his brow. “The door is secure; the log behind, just as I left it.”
“Why, what’s the matter, Clem?” asked Bob, who saw plainly that something had gone wrong, though what it was, he could not guess.
“Look for yourselves,” cried Murdock, angrily, throwing open the door of the cabin as he spoke.
Eagerly the two looked in.