“Bon. Me go geet dinner. Blow horn when she ready.”
He left them and they looked about the rooms, two in number.
“They’re good and clean,” Jack declared passing into the tiny bedroom which held two single beds and nothing else.
However, the living-room was very comfortably furnished with three large easy chairs, a table and a sofa in one corner. A fire place of rough stones occupied nearly the whole of one end of the room while the other was taken up by a broad seat on which were lying a couple of bear skins.
“What do you think of our host?” Bob asked in a low voice as he sat down in one of the chairs.
“He’s not much for looks except for his size. Goodness knows he’s big enough.”
“He’s no dwarf for a fact. But his face?”
“Not exactly pleasantly featured. Still he must be all right or Mr. Stokes wouldn’t have praised him up so.”
“And we have that forester’s testimony to boot. Still it’s funny that neither of them said anything about his looks.”
They had brought their bags with them and for a time were busy getting settled although, as Jack laughingly declared, it wasn’t a very long job as they were travelling light.