Above him and not very far away was the lonely hut.
He came upon it quite suddenly.

For the path climbed steeply at the back, and slipping from the mouth of a narrow gully he stood upon the edge of a small plateau in the centre of which stood the cabin, a little house of pinewood built with some decoration and elegance.

One unglazed window was now unshuttered, and the light from a lantern streamed out of it in a yellow fan, marking the segment of a circle upon the rough rocky ground and giving to the dusk of the starshine a sparkle of gold.
Through the window Wogan could see into the room.

It was furnished simply, but with an eye to comfort.

He saw too the girl he had dared to bear off from the thick of a hostile town.