“I’m pretty sure he didn’t,” Bob replied.
“I reckon he didn’t or we’d have heard him shooting before this.”
“What gets me is where he could have gotten to in so short a time,” Bob mused.
“You don’t suppose that thing that made those tracks has carried him off, do you?”
“Reckon I’d have heard him yell if anything had attacked him,” Bob shook his head, but Jack knew from his expression that the thought had been in his mind.
“White boys stay here an’ Injun go out again,” Kernertok suggested.
“Not much,” Bob replied quickly. “We’ll get dinner and then we’ll all have another try at it and this time we must hunt till we find him.”
“You said something,” Jack agreed.
“Heap good,” Kernertok added.
They made short work of dinner and by twelve o’clock they were ready to start off once more.