His approach was instantly marked. Marylyn was once more at her post, studying the square of landscape framed by a window. When he made a quick figure on that landscape, she saw him, and called to Dallas.
"Here's someone coming," she announced, inwardly glad at the possibility of diversion.
Dallas hurriedly joined her. "Who can it be?" she asked.
The door was unbolted, the other window not fastened. Yet so far were her thoughts from molestation that she left them so.
"Going to ask him in?" questioned Marylyn.
"Not till I find out who he is."
They fell silent, conjecturing.
When Matthews reached the drift before the shack, he halted and signalled for them to open their window. That attitude toward them—clearly he did not expect a welcome—at once roused Dallas' suspicion.
"Marylyn," she said, making as if to obey their visitor, "draw the bolt of the door."
The younger girl, quick to be alarmed, instantly did as she was told, and Dallas then shoved the sash aside. Both girls looked from the opening.