A fire was burning in one corner, and a heavy curtain of tanned skins could be draped over the wide doorway.

Articles of women's apparel hung on the walls, and others indicating woman's work stood about.

There were also chairs of wicker, and a lounge covered with haircloth.

It was a comfortable place, the most attractive that Robert had seen in a long time, and his eyes responded to it with a glitter that Colonel Johnson noticed.
"I don't wonder that you like it, lad," he said.

"I've spent some happy hours here myself, when I came in weary or worn from hunting or fishing.