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It was half a e of the forest to the bayou, and half a dozen tiirl in his arh water that aler served theone with the eastward sweep of the stor with the forest walls, the bayou itself was indiscernible in the blackness Marette guided hi fired its location, the scow should be somewhere within forty or fifty paces of the end of the trail It was sht little house built aainst the shore Marette told hih brush and reeds Then he stuh, and he found it was the tie-rope

Leaving Marette with her back to the anchor tree, he went aboard The water was three or four inches deep in the bottom of the scow, but the cabin was built on a platform raised above the floor of the boat, and Kent hoped it was still dry He groped until he found the twisted hich held the door shut Opening it, he ducked his head low and entered The little rooreater convenience he fell upon his knees while fu under his slicker for his water-proof box of matches The water had not yet risen above the floor

The first light he struck revealed the interior to hier than so by six in width, and the ceiling was so low that, even kneeling, his head touched it His hted another This time he saw a candle stuck in a bit of split birch that projected frohted it For a ers The little scoas prepared for a voyage Two narrow bunks were built at the far end, one so close above the other that Kent grinned as he thought of squeezing between There were blankets Within reach of his arm was a tiny stove, and close to the stove a supply of kindling and dry wood The whole thing made him think of a child's playhouse Yet there was still room for a wide, comfortable, cane-bottomed chair, a stool, and a smooth-planed board fastened under a , so that it answered the purpose of a table This table was piled with es