Evidently the mystery of the whole thing, beyond the fact that the tenants of the cabin had killed themselves in battle, was beyond his comprehension.
The winter outfit was soon in a heap beside the cabin door.
"Now for cleaning up," announced Wabi cheerfully.

"Muky, you lend me a hand with the bones, will you?
Rod can nose around and fetch out anything he likes." This assignment just suited Rod's curiosity.

He was now worked up to a feverish pitch of expectancy.

Might he not discover some clue that would lead to a solution of the mystery?
One question alone seemed to ring incessantly in his head.

Why had they fought?
_Why had they fought ?_ He even found himself repeating this under his breath as he began rummaging about.