"Oui, heem been here."
"Granted for the sake of the argument, and now what's the next step?"
"I'll never tell you," Bob said soberly.
"It kind of looks to me as though we're at the end of our rope so to speak," Jack declared.
"What's your opinion, Lucky?" Bob asked.
"Eet not bon—what you call heem—situation," the Indian began after a moment of deep thought. "We no can track heem in fresh snow, Lightnin' heem bon tracker, but no bon here."
"But we can't give up yet," Bob told him.
"We no geeve heem up."
"Then what?"
"Mebby we wait two, three day, mebby dey come back, eh?"