“Not much!” returned Bob. “If that fellow has the honey, we’ll get it back. Here, come along!”
He led the way rapidly back to the cabin, took down his rifle, and began to fill the magazine with cartridges. Carl picked up his shotgun.
“Bob! What are you going to do?” exclaimed Alice.
“Get that honey back,” replied her brother shortly. “Going down the river.”
“Well, if you’re going, I’ll go too and paddle the boat.”
“No, you stay here, Allie. There won’t be any shooting, but this is no girl’s business. Stay here and get the bees out of here and things straightened up. We won’t be long—I hope!”
“No, you stay here, Allie. There won’t be any shooting, but this is no girl’s business”
Alice looked entreating and frightened, but Bob was immovable. Carrying their guns, the two boys went back to the boat and in another minute were shooting down the stream as fast as the oars and current could take them. As they went they decided upon a plan of action. They did not want any collision with the half-breed. If it came to weapons, it would mean somebody killed or wounded, and that would be worse than losing the whole crop of honey. They only wanted to make sure that he had really stolen the honey, and where he had hidden it. Afterwards they would see about recovering it.
They landed near the great slough, left the boat, and went cautiously through the woods to the edge of the clearing. No one was in sight. No dog barked this time, and the cabin door was shut.