“It’s about time Kernertok was getting back, I should think,” Jack said a little later.
“Hope he hasn’t gotten into trouble again,” Rex declared.
“I don’t think he has,” Bob assured him. “He got caught once and he won’t be likely to let ’em put it over on him a second time.”
As if in confirmation of Bob’s words the Indian, without making a sound, was at their side.
“What did you find?” Bob asked in a whisper.
“Little log cabin close to lake ’bout three four hundred feet away. Injun creep up close. No hear sound. Injun wait close under window. Pretty soon hear breath. Injun listen. No more sound. Injun come back.”
“Then you don’t know how many there are?”
“Injun no tell.”
“Sure no one saw you?”
“Heap sure. Injun no make noise.”