His soiled and blood-stained shirt of blue cotton was open in front, to cool his hairy breast, and the girdle about the waist of his leather breeches carried an arsenal of pistols and a knife, whilst a cutlass hung from a leather baldrick loosely slung about his body; above his countenance, broad and flat as a Mongolian's, a red scarf was swathed, turban-wise, about his head.
"Is it that I have not warned you from the beginning that all was too easy ?" he demanded between plaintiveness and fury.

"I am no fool, my friends.

I have eyes, me.

And I see.

I see an abandoned fort at the entrance of the lake, and nobody there to fire a gun at us when we came in.