“Well, we’ll just fool them,” Jack declared.
“That’s all right so far as it goes, but the trouble is it doesn’t go very far,” Bob said. “I don’t know how you fellows feel about it, but it seems to me that we’re up against it good and hard. Those fellows aren’t going to let all that money slip through their hands if they can help it, and I think it’s about time that we were taking account of stock and finding out where we’re at.”
“No doubt about it,” Rex said, adding, “I’m mighty sorry—”
“Now nix on that stuff,” Jack interrupted. “We know all about it, and again I say nix.”
“Then we’d better go into executive session and discuss ways and means,” Bob suggested. “Kernertok, you’re the oldest and wisest. What’s your idea?”
For a time the old Indian sat with bowed head, then he got to his feet and said:
“Injun think only one thing do. It get heap dark pretty soon. Heap cloudy, no moon. Injun creep out, get canoe, go down river to St. Francis. Get help, back soon as can.”
“How far is it to St. Francis?” Bob asked.
“’Bout twenty mile from canoe.”
“Then you ought to get back some time to-morrow.”