Now they were at the door of the dwelling, and both boys leaped from their mounts. The cabin was a ramshackle affair, simply four walls and a roof, with no porch. There was one window in the front and one on the side, neither of which had an unbroken pane. But at least the place afforded shelter, and tying their ponies to a pole which stood at the rear, partly under the eaves, Teddy and Roy ran to the front door. Seizing the knob, Teddy pushed. The plank door flew open, and the boys entered. The windows allowed some light to penetrate the interior, but, even so, it was dark and dreary within. The boys saw that four chairs were grouped about a rough table. On one side was a couch that had long passed its days of usefulness. A stone fireplace was built in one of the walls, and Roy noticed with relief that there were several pieces of wood piled on the andirons. A door opened into another room, evidently a bed chamber. Above were the bare rafters, opening up to a peaked roof. Teddy removed his sodden hat and whacked it on the table. “Wow!” he gasped. “Some rain! Golly, I’m wet through!” “So am I, I’ll tell a maverick!” Roy exclaimed. He looked about him curiously. “We’re pretty lucky to stumble on this. Wonder who in thunder ever lived here?” “Some sheep-herder, most likely,” his brother declared. Walking to the door he pushed it more firmly shut. “Thank goodness the roof doesn’t leak! Say, look at the wood in the grate! Seems as if some one had been here not so long ago and intended to come back.” “Well, if he comes back now, he’ll find his wood being used,” Roy said, with a chuckle. “Got a dry match, Teddy?” Searching his pockets, Teddy found a box nearly full. The water had not touched them, and in a few moments a fire was crackling merrily. “This is gravy!” Teddy exclaimed, extending his hands to the warmth. “Baby! Listen to that rain! We’d be about drowned if we were out in that.” “Ever see this place before?” Roy asked, as he took off his vest and hung it on a chair. Neither of the boys wore coats, heavy shirts and vests affording them all the protection they needed in that country at this season. “Nope. Don’t remember. Did you?” “Don’t think so. Let’s see what’s in that other room.” The door was a trifle hard to open, but Roy put his shoulder against it and shoved. It gave under his weight, and he entered. For a moment he stood staring. “Well, what is it?” his brother asked, walking forward. “See a ghost, or something?” “Mighty funny,” Roy said in a puzzled tone, as though to himself. “Take a look!” He stepped aside, and Teddy peered in. What he saw caused him to utter an exclamation. On the side of the wall was a gun-rack. Hanging from it were seven rifles, all well oiled and polished, as though they had been recently taken care of. On the floor were several boxes of cartridges. But, stranger than this and what had brought the cry of surprise from Teddy, was a pile of queerly shaped implements in one corner.