“I should think that was enough.”
“Mebby.”
“Mebby what?” Jack asked.
“Oh, just mebby,” Bob laughed.
“Well, it seems that eternal vigilance is the price of safety up here on this trip, so I suppose it means that we keep watch again to-night, eh?” Rex asked, as he threw more wood on the fire.
“Right you are, son,” Bob replied.
But the night passed without incident, so far as they were aware. Again they watched by twos, but in spite of all their care the now familiar tracks were once more to be seen on the bank of the river in the morning.
“What-do-you-know-about-that?” Jack asked, as he gazed at the imprints. “I’d take my oath that nothing moved round here while I was on watch.”
“How’s Sicum?” Bob turned to the Indian as he asked the question.
“Sicum, him big fool dog yet.”