But I'm trying to make out what he's done with his head.

Don't you notice he's got it bundled up with a sort of woollen comforter or something like that ?" "Why, so he has," replied the other; "I tell you what, Hugh, he's hoping to hide his face, so if he's discovered prowling around in here no one can say positively that they recognized him.

Leon is up to all those sly tricks.

He gets ideas like that out of the stories he's so fond of soaking in." "Keep still now, Thad, and we'll creep closer," warned the other.
They really had their hands full endeavoring to advance upon the prowler without making any sort of sound that would arouse his suspicions.

Hugh realized that if anything of this sort occurred the other would instantly throw the full glow of his little electric torch in their direction, and, of course, immediately discover their presence.