The old man in the cabin bed watched them with fierce intentness; and as they straightened themselves and were about to follow their companions who were already out of sight, he gave a low call.
The two started and looked round them.

Their hands went to their pockets.

McEwen swung himself round so as to reach the window better, and repeated his call--this time with a different inflection.

The men exchanged a few hurried words.

Carefully scrutinising the house, they noticed a newspaper waving cautiously in an open window.