He was alone. And what he saw in the next few moments drew an
exclamation of amazement from him. Never had he seen a cabin like
this on the Three Rivers. It was thirty feet long if an inch, and
at least eight feet wide. The walls and ceiling were of polished
cedar; the floor was of cedar closely matched. It was the
exquisite finish and craftsmanship of the woodwork that caught his
eyes first. Then his astonished senses seized upon the other
things. Under his feet was a soft rug of dark green velvet. Two
magnificent white bearskins lay between him and the end of the
room. The walls were hung with pictures, and at the four windows
were curtains of ivory lace draped with damask. The lamp which
Bateese had lighted was fastened to the wall close to him. It was
of polished silver and threw a brilliant light softened by a shade
of old gold. There were three other lamps like this, unlighted.
The far end of the room was in deep shadow, but Carrigan made out
the thing he was staring at--a piano. He rose to his feet,
disbelieving his eyes, and made his way toward it. He passed
between chairs. Near the piano was another door, and a wide divan
of the same soft, green upholstery.
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