As Dave came close to one of the windows of the cabin he saw a man cross the floor in the direction of a rude fireplace. Then a match was struck, and some paper lit. Soon a fire was blazing in the room, casting a ruddy glare over all.
Both men were present, each still wrapped in his overcoat and with his hat pulled down over his forehead. That they were the individuals he had seen in Rockville the night of the concert and the robbery the youth was quite sure.
Dave was anxious to hear what the two fellows might have to say, and so crept closer to the window, which was wide open. Near the window a log was loose, leaving quite a crack, and by putting his ear to this the boy made out nearly all that was being said.
"We were simple, I think, to come here, Pud," said the tall man, as he threw some more wood on the fire. "We ought to be miles away by this time."
"I ain't going away yet, Hunk," was the reply from the short man. "You know what I came for. Well, I am going to stick it out."
"But it is getting more dangerous every day," pleaded the man called Hunk.
"Oh, you only think so."
"No, I don't. Didn't I read the papers,—and didn't you read them too? They are after us, I tell you."
"Well, they haven't got us yet."
After that there was a pause, during which one of the men put some water in a pot to boil and brought out some provisions in a flour bag.