Way of the Lawless by Max Brand

First of all, naturally, he looked at the door. It was now a bright rectangle filled with moonlight and quite empty. There must have been a sound, and he glanced over to the trapper for an explanation. But Hank Rainer lay twisted closely in his blankets.

Andrew raised upon one elbow and thought. It troubled him -- the insistent feeling of the eyes which had been upon him. They had burned their way into his dreams with a bright insistence.