“You bet it is.”
CHAPTER XIII
ANOTHER TRIP UP THE MOUNTAIN.
Eleven o’clock found the four friends, for the boys always considered Sicum as one of them whenever he was present, waiting in the cabin for the show to begin, as Jack put it. They had secured from Jacques an extra cot for Kernertok although the old Indian had insisted that a rug was a good enough bed for him.
“Bet you nothing happens,” Jack said just as the clock struck the hour.
“If nothing does it means that somebody is on to our movements,” Bob declared.
“And the somebody is?”
“We won’t mention names, but I hardly see how it could be anybody else,” Bob replied and Kernertok slowly shook his head.
“Well, one thing is in our favor anyway,” Jack declared after a few minutes of silence.
“Meaning?”
“That nothing very drastic has happened as a result of the three warnings we’ve received.”