"I wonder if they'll catch Jack too?" said the younger, after his brother had told him how his own signal had betrayed him.
"I shouldn't wonder. I suppose there was so much going on here that you didn't hear me when I whistled, but it must have reached Jack and started him on the move, and likely enough he has made the same blunder that we have. You know he went on the other side from me, and must have come just as close to camp."
"What do you suppose they will do with us, Will?"
The elder shook his head.
"I can't tell, any more than you can; we can only hope that they will spare our lives."
"If they do let us go they won't give us back our guns."
"Of course not; they will be a big loss to us, but not so much as our lives."
"We can't be sure that we won't lose them too," was the truthful remark of George. "I was thinking," he added, "that if Jack keeps out of their hands he will see what has happened to us. He'll hurry back home, and they may be able to get enough men together to make the Indians give us up."
Will shook his head, and compressed his lips.
"There is no hope there; you know how fast the Indians travel through the woods. They will get away before any of our friends can start."