"Here we are!" cried out the Canadian, "and monsieur shall soon see the skins. Will he pay a good price for them?"
"Yes, if they are what I require."
"They will be."
There was no sign of life at the house, though the guide called:
"Jacques—Jacques!"
"Where can he have got to? Enter, monsieur, and I will find the man who has the skins."
Allen, followed by the others, entered the house, which seemed to consist of one room and an extension kitchen downstairs, and a room upstairs.
In a few minutes a man dressed in a red shirt entered, and said his brother had sent him to entertain them, as he would be detained getting some skins he believed the messieurs wanted.
Everything seemed so quiet and innocent that even Eben was inclined to think he had been unjustly suspicious.
But while Jacques chattered—and he did so rattle along that it was quite impossible for anyone to get in a word—there was a movement outside which was ominous had Allen but known it.