"But how did it come here?"
"See, heem fall here. Mebby gun heem fall out."
"But I don't see how it could have," Jack objected.
"Heem fall here," Lucky insisted.
"Sure he did, but I don't see how he could have lost this gun. But it won't do any good to stand here talking about it."
They had heard the mournful howl of the wolves several times since they started, and Jack grew more and more alarmed as they advanced and he could see that the Indian was not entirely easy in his mind although he was doing his best to conceal it.
"We ver' near where wolf be," Lucky declared as a long drawn out howl came from only a short distance ahead.
"Sounds that way," Jack agreed.
"Have gun ready."
"You bet."