"Bon."
"That's enough. I think I can push it out the rest of the way," Jack told them after a few more blows had made a large crack between the window frame and the sill.
"All right. Go to it," Bob panted.
Jack pushed with all his strength and finally had the satisfaction of forcing the window completely out.
"Now for the squeeze," he said as he laid the window down on the snow.
"Better take a good look around inside there first," Bob cautioned.
"Don't see anything to be afraid of," he announced a moment later. "So here goes."
Jack and Lucky had little difficulty in getting in, but Bob was thicker and with him it was indeed a tight squeeze and they had to help him. But finally they were all in and ready to inspect the cabin.
To be sure the small windows admitted but little light, but they were able to see well enough after the first few minutes. The cabin consisted of but a single room and was meagerly furnished. An old rusty cook stove in the center, a rough table and three old straight backed chairs together with a couple of rude bunks filled with spruce boughs about completed the inventory, with the exception of a rough closet at one end which contained a few pots and pans and a few cracked dishes and three or four knives, forks and spoons. The floor was of dirt.
"Gee, it doesn't look as though anyone had lived here for a good while," Jack said after they had made the complete circuit of the big room.