Listen as she might, the girl could hear never a sound from her own cabin. She stood by the blanket door, 283 connecting the two rooms, but not a breath came to her. She sighed with relief at the certainty that he had come and gone. She would never see him again.
“Shall I light your lamp?” asked Lyster; and, scarce waiting for a reply, he drew back the blanket and entered the darkness of the other cabin.
Two of the miners came to the door just then, detailed to look after Harris for the night. One was the good-natured, talkative Emmons.
“Glad to see you are so much better, miss,” he said, with an expansive smile. “But you scared the wits nearly out of me this morning.”
Then they heard the sputter of a match in the next room, and a sharp, startled cry from Lyster, as the blaze gave a feeble light to the interior.
He staggered back among the rest, with the dying match in his fingers, and his face ashen gray.
“Snakes!” half screamed Mrs. Huzzard. “Oh, my! oh, my!”
’Tana, after one look at Lyster, tried to enter the room, but he caught and held her.
“Don’t, dear!—don’t go in there! It’s awful—awful!”
“What’s wrong?” demanded one of the miners, and picked up a lamp from beside Harris.