They were foolish Indians; they had little idea of the nerve of white boys, especially these settler boys.
When all was quiet and the Indians were breathing deeply, Lewis sat up. It was bright moonlight, and he could see plainly. He could see Jacob, and the forms of the Indians stretched around. He moved more. Nobody else stirred, not a breath was interrupted. Then, to find out if the Indians were playing 'possum, he stood on his feet.
Not an Indian even so much as turned over. He began to walk about, treading carelessly, to test them out. He was a wise boy; he spent an hour, experimenting, while his heart beat more and more hopefully. He might have stolen off, but of course he had to take Jacob.
Jacob was asleep. Lewis crept to him and touched him and woke him.
"Come on," he whispered. "We're going."
Jacob shook his head, afraid.
"No."
"Yes."
Jacob's eyes widened.
"We'll be caught."