An hour passed. No sign of life in or about the cabin was visible. The rain had, however, stopped and the wind was blowing strongly from the west.
“Sun’ll be out in less than an hour,” Bob promised.
“Can’t come too soon to suit me.”
Another half hour went by.
Bob was about to propose that they creep up and risk a peep in at the window when suddenly the door of the cabin opened and a man stepped out. He stood for a moment looking up at the sky as though speculating on the weather. He was a short thick set; man, evidently a half-breed, and so far as Bob could remember, a man whom he had never seen.
“Take a peep and see if you can place that fellow,” he whispered to Jack as he drew back his head.
“Never saw him before,” Jack declared after he had studied the face.
“Evidently a new actor on the scene, at least so far as we’re concerned,” Bob whispered.
“And the plot thickens.”
“It’s so thick now that it won’t run,” Bob smiled.