"It looks as if I might have to stay for some time."
Deering shook his head. "In a proper cold snap you want double windows, but we have got a hole. Then I've not much use for a blanket door. When the frost begins we have got to quit."
"But where can we go?"
"I don't know yet; I have thought about your ranch. Jardine stated the police had searched it, and I reckon they won't come back. However, we'll talk about this again. I think Miss Jardine gave you a needle and thread?"
Jimmy said Margaret had done so and inquired why Deering wanted the thread.
"We can't get out and I guess I'll sew my clothes for you. In the morning I'm going to use Jardine's."
"But why——" Jimmy began.
Deering indicated his torn shooting-jacket, ragged knickerbockers, and soil-stained puttees.
"I must start for Vancouver, to look up a fellow who has got some money of mine. Then I want to find out if the police have cured Douglas and what they are doing. If I wore my clothes, people would speculate about the dead-broke sporting guy."
"Jardine's clothes are not very good; I've worn them for some time in the bush. Then I expect you'll find them tight."