"I don't reckon we can be away more'n a week."
"Do many of the visitors stop on this lake?" Bob asked, as he turned to Jim, and Jet took advantage of the opportunity to move farther inside the shanty.
"No, sir, they mostly keep farther on. This place has been fished over so much that there's no fun for the city chaps what wanter catch big fellows."
Under Jet's example Jim was rapidly recovering his presence of mind, and since the visitor did not immediately set about killing them, he dared to look him in the face.
This answer seemed to please Bob, and Jet could readily understand why.
He gazed around once more, and then started back, much to the relief of his hosts.
Jim attempted to say something a moment afterward, but Jet interrupted him by crying loudly:
"Don't you think we'd better try to fix this camp up a little more before night?"
"Why, she's good enough," Jim replied, in surprise, as he came to the front of the hut, which gave Jet the opportunity to whisper:
"Don't you dare to say a word about him yet a while. There's no knowing how near he may be."