“Nary an idea, but it must have been some one besides him. You’d say the same thing if you knew him as I do.”
“Still waters run deep,” Jack reminded him.
“Not always,” Rex declared. “Stebbins was still enough, goodness knows, but he absolutely was not deep.”
“Well there’s some one connected with this affair who’s deep enough,” Bob said. “You know as well as I that somebody has been trying to scare us away from here. There’s that arrow and those tracks. It’s mighty lucky for us that Kernertok knows enough to be above superstition. I’ll bet there’s not another Indian in the state that wouldn’t have turned back long ago.”
“I dare say you’re right,” Rex agreed. “But I still insist that John Stebbins is not the one who is managing the fracas.”
“I wonder,” Bob mused.
“That idea’s been in the back of my mind ever since he skipped,” Rex continued. “I’d have banked on his honesty and I know that Father felt the same way about him.”
“Well, if we have any luck and if he’s up here we ought to clear the mystery up pretty soon or—”
“Or go hungry,” Jack interrupted.
“You said it,” Bob added.