"It isn't my cabin," Messner answered. "I just found it a few minutes ago. Come right in and camp. Plenty of room, and you won't need your stove. There's room for all."
At the sound of his voice the woman peered at him with quick curiousness.
"Get your things off," her companion said to her. "I'll unhitch and get the water so we can start cooking."
Messner took the thawed salmon outside and fed his dogs. He had to guard them against the second team of dogs, and when he had re‰ntered the cabin the other man had unpacked the sled and fetched water. Messner's pot was boiling. He threw in the coffee, settled it with half a cup of cold water, and took the pot from the stove. He thawed some sour-dough biscuits in the oven, at the same time heating a pot of beans he had boiled the night before
