The interior of the cabin was home-like.
It showed evidences of a woman's care, and it was a most inviting retreat.
Having several apartments, it was more than a cabin in the generally accepted sense of the word, yet in outward appearance it was a cabin nevertheless, being of logs.
Well furnished, it displayed an abundance of fancy articles that spoke mutely of raids on the road and in towns to the north and south. There were books, pictures, and musical instruments, proof that this notorious road-agent had refinement of taste.
"Now, what are we going to do with him?" demanded Captain Joaquin.
"I'll try to make myself as little trouble to you as possible," said Dick. "Put me anywhere that is convenient."
"How will this room do?" asked the young woman, opening a door near at hand.
"Anywhere," said Dick.
"I was not speaking to you, sir," she snapped.
"Your pardon," said Dick, promptly.