“That's so,” responded Brace, in astonishment.
“And the opening is on the other side, opposite the dead brush,” said Dunn.
“Then you know it?” said Brace suspiciously.
“I reckon!” responded Dunn, grimly. “That's enough! Fall back!”
To the surprise of his companion, he lifted his head erect, and with a strong, firm step walked directly to the tree. Reaching it, he planted himself squarely before the opening.
“Halloo!” he said.
There was no reply. A squirrel scampered away close to his feet. Brace, far in the distance, after an ineffectual attempt to distinguish his companion through the intervening trunks, took off his coat, leaned against a tree, and lit a cigar.
“Come out of that cabin!” continued Dunn, in a clear, resonant voice. “Come out before I drag you out!”
“All right, 'Captain Scott.' Don't shoot, and I'll come down,” said a voice as clear and as high as his own. The hanging strips of bark were dashed aside, and a woman leaped lightly to the ground.
Dunn staggered back. “Teresa! by the Eternal!”