“I tink we geet ’em plenty queek, now,” they heard one say.
“Oui, they only leetle distance off,” another answered.
“You bet we mak’ short work dis time we geet em.”
But their voices were growing fainter and soon died out all together.
Bob gave a big sigh of relief.
“Talk about luck,” he said. “Whoever dug this bear pit and covered it over so slick certainly did us a good turn.”
“He sure did. They’d have had us by this time.”
“We’d better stay right where we are for awhile. When they find out that we aren’t ahead they may come back.”
He was correct in his surmise for inside of a half hour they heard them returning.
“Here they come,” he whispered. “Keep perfectly still and perhaps they won’t find us.”