A little farther on, they came to it. Set far back into the bluff, so that only the face of it was visible, was a little one-roomed cabin, built of logs. The door was open, but the place was empty, as Beatrice discovered. "Come in," she said hospitably. "We'd better go back," said Forsyth, warningly. "Come!" "I will, in just a minute." She took a long look about the room, then came out. From the top of the cabin, which projected only a foot or so from the bluff, and suspended from a whittled branch not quite weather-worn, hung a silver cross, fully eight inches high, with a wondrously moulded figure of the Christ stretched upon it. Robert's eyes followed hers, and for a few minutes neither spoke. "That's what we saw," she murmured, in a low tone; "that's the light that led us here--the sun upon the cross!" "Come," said Robert, firmly, taking her by the arm. Reluctantly she let him lead her away, and they turned south, keeping close to the lake shore, but out of the sand. "Who lives there?" she asked. "Why, I don't know--how should I?" "It was neat inside, and there was blue clay and chips in the cracks, just as there is at home. There was a fireplace, too, but I didn't see any chimney." "There was a chimney, though, of some dark-coloured stone. It looked like a stump on the bluff. I noticed it while you were inside." "There's no dark-coloured stone around here." "Then it must have been limestone darkened with mud. I didn't get near enough to see." "Somebody lives there," said Beatrice. "There was a narrow bed, with a blue-and-white patchwork quilt upon it, and two chairs made out of barrels, and a little table and shelves,--do you think Indians live there?" "It's possible. Some of them may be more civilised than the rest and prefer to live in a house--in the Winter, at least," he added, remembering the panes of glass in the front of the house, either side of the door. "It's queer that a cross like that should be there." "Stolen," he suggested promptly, "from some Catholic church in the wilderness." "I'll tell you what," she said, after a long silence; "let's say nothing about it to any one--just keep it a secret for the present. What do you say?" "I'm willing." The idea of a secret with his pretty cousin was far from unpleasant to Robert. "Because, if the others knew, some of the soldiers would go there--Mr. Ronald would be the first one. Besides, I've noticed that if you really want to find out about anything, you always can, though it takes time. I'd rather we'd find out by ourselves, wouldn't you?" Robert thought he would. "I think," she continued, "that some of the Indians live there, as you said, and that the cross was stolen and hung over the door for an ornament. Perhaps Black Partridge lives there--he seems to know more than the rest." "Yes; that's possible. Anyhow, we'll find out without asking anybody,--is that it?"