A very good job, old boy; the fellow is safe enough, I should say." He turned his eyes away, searching the cabin, confident that West was sufficiently secured.
"Come on out, Mary," he said sharply.

"Who is this guy, anyhow ?" A woman came forward through the shadows.

West had a glimpse of her face, but the features were unfamiliar.

A woman of forty, perhaps, still attractive in appearance, with dark hair and bold black eyes that met his own defiantly.

He was puzzled, doubtful as to what it all meant.