"To think that he'd steal our food," Jack gasped.
"Heem one beeg thief," Lucky added.
"But we've got to have those things back. He's taken nearly everything we had," Bob declared after he had investigated a moment.
"Injun go geet heem."
"And we'll go with you," Jack added.
"Non," Lucky shook his head. "Injun go faster heemself."
"You'll take the dogs?" Bob asked without arguing the point for he knew Lucky was right. They were no match for him when it came to speed.
"Oui. Tak' dog, bring back stuff." The Indian was already hurrying toward the dog shed and in less than five minutes he was ready to start.
"You stay here till I come bac'," he ordered as he gave the order to mush.
"How long do you expect to be gone?" Bob shouted after him.