"It's too cold, and, besides, it's beginning to—"
"Wrap yourself up in that overcoat of yours, and you will be all right. We don't want to run any chances, Allen."
"Some one may hear us out there just as well as in here," growled the elderly man.
Nevertheless, he pulled up his coat collar and followed his companion through the heavy swinging doors.
As the two walked outside, the eyes of the boy opened, and he glanced sharply after the pair.
"That was a queer conversation they held," he muttered to himself. "I am half of the opinion that they are up to no good. If I were a policeman I believe I would follow them and find out who they are."
Hal Carson hesitated for a moment, and then arose and walked to the doors.
Stepping outside, he saw the two men, standing in the gangway for horses, in deep conversation.
"They are hatching out some scheme," thought Hal, as he watched the pair.
But it was bitter cold outside for one without an overcoat, and the youth soon returned to his seat in the cabin, leaving the two men to themselves.