“Oh, my!” he murmured. “How vacant and lonely my interior department seems to be! Methinks I could dine.”
“The hard bread and jerked beef,” whispered Jack. “It is in the carriers attached to the wheels.”
“Yes, and we had better let it remain there.”
“Why?”
“These Indians look hungry, too.”
“You think——”
“I do. They will take it away from us and eat it if we bring it out. That would leave us in a bad fix.”
“But they can get it out of the carriers.”
“They can, but they won’t.”
“Why not?”