The floor was of earth.

Opposite me was a bunk slightly elevated, containing a blanket or two, and a fairly comfortable chair built from a barrel.

An old coat and hat hung from a nail at the head of the bunk.

On a shelf near by was an earthen crock, and two candles, and beneath this, on the floor, was a sawed-off gun and two pistols, with a small supply of powder and balls, the former wrapped in an oiled cloth.

It was in truth a gloomy, desolate hole, although dry enough.