"That is bad; Tim is in trouble."
"He ought to have had better sense than to paddle out there in open day, plunge right into the woods and go to shooting without stopping to see what the danger is. But what will become of him?"
"And of us?"
"This Indian here must have had some way of getting upon the island. I believe he has a canoe hid somewhere."
"But what of it? We cannot think of leaving until we know something definite about Tim."
"Unless some of the Indians start to come over to the island, and then we'll leave."
"Do you think that would be the wisest plan, Elwood? They can handle the paddle so much better than we that it would take but little time for them to overhaul us. Then, too, if they should find us by this suffering brother of theirs would it not make friends of them?"
"Suppose this Indian here is one of their enemies?"
This was a supposition that had never occurred to Howard before, but which he saw was very reasonable. All Indians not belonging to the same tribe might be supposed to be enemies of each other, and thus the mercy and kindness of our young heroes might be made the means of their destruction.
"I didn't think of that," said Howard, "it may be so. But let us hope for the best. Tim may soon return to us again."