Just how Matt was to do this he did not know. He was trusting to luck—and luck had not been favoring him to any great extent lately.
The door of the log hut was closed. Pryne rapped on it.
"Who's there?" demanded a voice from within.
"It's Pryne, Grat," was the answer.
"Goldstein and Bunce with you?"
"Sure. I've fetched 'em."
"Then bring them in. I'm ready and waiting."
Pryne bore down on the wooden latch and threw open the door.
"Go right in, gents," said he, stepping back.
Goldstein, with a laugh, passed through the door first. Matt followed. Pryne brought up the rear and closed the door.