"Don't stay here."
"Oh. Well, your comparison is very poor. In fact it is not applicable to the case in hand at all."
"Which may or may not be a matter of opinion," Jack grinned good naturedly.
"Leesten."
The Indian suddenly held up his hand.
"Someone's coming," Bob declared a moment later.
"Queek, we geet out sight."
They were only a short distance from the cabin and it was but a moment's work to gather up the remains of their lunch and slip around to the other side of it.
"But they'll see our tracks," Jack said.
"Of course, but we can't help that," Bob told him.