CHAPTER XXI.
CHANCE--AND A MAN Della must have slept, for when she again opened her eyes the light had been extinguished and a gray glow was coming through the north window.
Morning had come.

She gathered the bedclothes around her and sat up, glancing around the cabin for Lawler.

He must have gone out, for the heavy wooden bar had been removed from the door--it was standing in a corner.

She suspected Lawler had gone out to care for the horses, and she hurriedly got out of the bunk, ran to the door and barred it, and began to dress.
A fire roared in the fireplace, and it was warm in the cabin.

But she noted, with an interest that was almost calm, that the storm still raged as furiously as the night before.