“Well, let’s get back now. I suppose we may get up and walk.”
“Walk! what, do you want to have the Injuns back on us?”
“They could not see us here.”
“Not see us! Do you suppose they’re not sharper than that. Nay, my lad, when the Injuns come down upon us let’s have it by accident. Don’t let’s bring ’em down upon us because we have been foolish.”
Bart could not help thinking that there was an excess of care upon his companion’s side, and said so.
“When you know the Injuns as well as I do, my lad, you won’t think it possible to be too particular. But look here—you can see the Injuns out there, can’t you?”
“Yes, but they look like ants or flies.”
“I don’t care what they look like. I only say you can see them, can’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you know Injuns’ eyes and ears are sharper than ours?”