Once boosted up she found that the window was not locked. The sash went up with a surprising bang, and the next instant she was inside and assisting Lucile to enter.
The place had a hollow sound. "Like an old, empty church," said Marian.
Lucile scratched a match. They were in a large room which was absolutely empty. A hasty exploration of the three remaining rooms, which were much smaller, revealed the same state of affairs.
"Now what," said Lucile, knitting her brows in deep thought, "do you think of that?"
"Anyway, it's dry, and not too cold," said Marian.
"But it's empty, and I'm hungry. Say!" she exclaimed quickly, "you bring in our things; I'll be back."
She bounded out of the window and hurried away toward the native village, which lay silent in the moonlight.
Marian had succeeded in dragging their sleeping-bag and other belongings through the window and was there waiting when Lucile called from outside:
"Here, take this!"
"How heavy!" exclaimed Marian. And a moment later, upon receiving the second object, "How cold!"