With my eyes to a chink between the logs I got a view of the interior of the cabin.

The two card players had disappeared, and I imagined they were rolled up in blankets in one corner of the room.

Sal was alone, seated on a stool, her head hanging forward, sound asleep.

Evidently she had received no orders from Rale to keep watch over the movements of either of us, and was not worried on account of our absence.

In all probability the saloon keeper believed the deputy was drunk enough to remain in stupor all night, and he considered my services as bought and paid for.