Hanleigh was snoring. Frank went over to the wall and took down his own coat. He folded it carefully, then beckoned to Joe.
Together, the boys tiptoed over to the head of the bed.
While Joe held Frank’s coat, Frank gently grasped the coat under Hanleigh’s head and began to withdraw it.
The man stirred uneasily. His snoring ceased.
The boys stepped back.
Hanleigh turned over on his side. The coat was almost entirely free. The boys waited a few moments, then went toward the man again.
With a quick movement, Frank drew the coat from beneath his head, while at the same instant Joe slipped the other in its place. They stepped back.
Hanleigh groaned in his sleep, stirred again. His groping hand reached for the coat and he drew it closer to him. In a few moments his snoring again resounded through the cabin.
The boys retreated to the kitchen.
“I don’t like the idea of going through a man’s private papers,” said Frank reluctantly; “but in this case I think there is some excuse. Hanleigh is up to some crooked business here and it’s our duty to find out what it is.”