Amos knew better.
If they headed toward the cabin, following the trail by the aid of torchlight, or using the lantern, why they might arrive inside of a few hours.
It was dark outside now.
The girl had lighted a candle, and this, with the fire, dimly illuminated the interior of the cabin.
The two men were huddled over by the door, talking in low tones. Amos would have been glad to have caught a part of what they were saying, and even did incline his ear that way; but their voices only sounded like a rumble, and he soon gave up all hope of hearing anything worth while.
Then he became aware of the fact that the girl, washing her few dishes at the table near by, was observing him with something like a glance of amusement in her blue eyes.
Amos forgot his own troubles for the time being. He only wished Sallie might take a notion to come a little closer, so he could talk with her.
It would seem as though his desire must have impressed itself upon his face in some way, for sure enough, Sallie did edge in his direction, still busy with her dish pan, and the suspicious looking crockery that had served them at supper.
She cast a quick glance toward her father, as if to see whether either of the men were paying the slightest attention. But they seemed to be “head over ears” interested in what they were discussing.