“I guess not. There’s usually a good bit of bluff to these fellows. That sled is probably loaded with booze and they’re probably trying to get away from some deputy,” Bob replied in a low whisper.
“How about making a run for it?” Rex whispered.
“No use. They’d catch us in no time. Some of these breeds are like a streak of lightning,” Bob replied. “Leave it to me and I guess it’ll be all right.”
In another minute the big leader came back to them.
“You go back with us, oui,” he demanded.
“Not so you’d notice it,” Bob said.
“Mebby you lak’ geet beat up.”
“Not particularly.” Bob again shrugged his shoulders as though it did not much matter.
He was, however, much more concerned than his manner showed. He saw, by the looks of the man’s face, that he meant business, and he was racking his brains to think of some way out. He had no doubt but that they had guns, although none were in sight, and he was just as certain that they would not hesitate to use them provided they thought the occasion demanded it.
“Why do you want us to go with you?” he temporized.