There were a brace of roasted grouse, brown as nuts; a cold roast of moose meat or beef; a dish piled high with golden potato salad; olives, pickles, an open can of cherries, a loaf of bread, butter, cheese--and one of Kedsty's treasured thermos bottles, which undoubtedly held hot coffee or tea.
And then he noticed what was on the chair--a belt and holster and a Colt automatic forty-five! Marette had not figured on securing a gun in the affair at barracks, and her foresight had not forgotten a weapon.
She had placed it conspicuously where he could not fail to see it at once.

And just beyond the chair, on the floor, was a shoulder-pack.

It was of the regulation service sort, partly filled.

Resting against the pack was a Winchester.

He recognized the gun.