“One thing good,” remarked Bob, as he looked about the cabin, “both these girls are good sports. They’re not the kind to wring their hands and go into hysterics. And they’re both good horsewomen.”
“Yes, that’s certainly true,” said Kirk.
“You like them both pretty well, don’t you Kirk?” asked Bob, in a lighter tone. “Especially Marj?”
“Yes, I like them both, as well as any girls,” answered his companion, wearily. “But I can’t say I like either better than the other.”
The conversation was abruptly interrupted by a continued knocking at the heavy wooden door of the cabin. The sound was not loud, but regular.
“What’s that?” demanded Bob. “Funny, if, it’s a person, that he doesn’t walk in!”
“He probably expects to find the cabin inhabited,” remarked Kirk.
“Well, I’ll open the door, anyhow, and see!”
Bob jumped up and started for the door.
“Wait!” commanded Kirk, quietly. “Let’s be prepared! This intruder might be an unpleasant sort of person—might even be Indians.” He drew his revolver from the holster on his hip. “Now I’m ready! Go ahead, but get back of the door when you open it.”