“Are they much surprised at the Comet?” asked Bob.
“They won’t let on, if they are,” replied the miner.
The leader of the Blackfeet now addressed Harvey Brill again, and, at the close of a short conversation, the redmen, without any further greetings, filed off in the woods.
“They say they’re going to look for hunting and fishing grounds,” said the miner. “I only hope they keep away.”
“Well, let’s have something to eat, anyhow!” exclaimed Bob, with a sigh of relief, as the last of the natives disappeared.
“That’s Bob’s remedy for every kind of trouble,” cried Jerry, with a grin. “All right, Chunky. You get the grub and I’ll see what I can do with this rudder.”
Jerry found that it would take longer to fix than he anticipated, as he had to unship it.
“We’ll be here three days, anyhow,” he remarked.
“Then we might as well take it easy,” decided Ned. “I wonder if we could do any hunting around here?”
“I saw signs of bear when I was here before,” said Harvey Brill. “I shouldn’t wonder but what you might get a pop at one if you struck a trail. I’ll go along if you like. With those Blackfeet roaming around these woods I don’t like you to take chances alone.”