“Is there any rush?”
“I think so. Didn’t you notice anything queer about that fellow?”
“Only that he didn’t seem much worried.”
“That’s it exactly. Why didn’t he?”
“You mean he expects those other fellows to show up soon?”
“Exactly.”
“I reckon you’re right.”
While they were talking they had been eating and they made a hasty meal of it.
“Now let’s beat it,” Jack proposed washing down the last mouthful with a drink of water from a small thermos bottle.
“I don’t quite like the idea of leaving him here,” Bob said slowly. “Suppose he was only bluffing and they don’t come. He might starve to death.”