“Kernertok’s right, Bob,” Jack broke in. “If they think we’re afraid of them they’ll be more apt to follow us.”
“Guess you’re right, but they’re coming anyway,” Bob said glancing back over his shoulder. “But we won’t run away from them. They’d probably catch us if that’s their game.”
They paddled along at about their usual speed for a few minutes, when Rex, who happened to be facing the rear, said:
“They’re not making any effort to catch us.”
“What are they doing?” Bob asked.
“Just keeping along about the same distance away.”
“What do you make of it, Kernertok?”
“Them heap bad mans.”
“No doubt about that, but what do you suppose they want with us?”
“Mebby steal.”