After a time, everything was recovered, the canoe was drawn out and tipped bottom upward, and the trio moved toward the cabin, Frank leading, and the professor staggering along behind.
Reaching the cabin, Frank rapped loudly on the door.
No answer.
Once more he knocked, and then, as there was no reply, he pushed the door open, and entered.
The cabin was not occupied by any living being, but a glance showed the trio that some one had been there not many hours before, for the embers of a fire still glowed dimly on the open hearth of flat stones.
There were two rooms, the door between them being open, so the little party could look into the second.
The first room seemed to be the principal room of the hut, while the other was a bedroom. They could see the bed through the open doorway.
There were chairs, a table, a couch, and other things, for the most part rude, home-made stuff, and still every piece showed that the person who constructed it had skill and taste.
Around the walls were hung various tin pans and dishes, all polished bright and clean.
What surprised them the most was the wire screens in the windows, a screen door that swung inward, and a mosquito-bar canopy over the bed and the couch.