"Must have shot himself," was Snap's comment.
"Yes; and ran away after he did it," returned Giant.
"See anything of my watch?" asked Shep.
"No; and I don't see my belt or my camera, either," answered Snap.
"Or my sock," put in Giant.
The inner room of the cabin was littered up with a variety of things, the wings of birds, feathers of chickens, shells of eggs, bones, bits of tree branches, an old iron chain, a tiny square looking-glass, badly cracked, some stale bread and cake, cores of apples and pears, and a great mass of other trash.
"He's a regular pig," was Snap's comment.
"Wonder if he'll come back to-night?" was Giant's question.
"Perhaps, unless he was fatally wounded," answered Shep.
They made a thorough search for the missing watch, camera, and other things, but without success. Shep would not touch the shirt, and left it where it was. But he took the gun, and after examining it proceeded to load up the empty barrel.