"Isn't it about time Lucky's getting back?" Jack asked.
"Great Scott, I haven't given him a thought since we got back. Let's see, it's just one o'clock and I hardly expect him before dark. Now, I'll get us a bite of flapjacks and then I must go back and bring in that meat."
"Won't it be safe till morning?"
"Maybe, but a venison steak will go pretty good for supper tonight, don't you think?"
"I reckon, but you're too tired to go way back there."
"Tired your grandmother. I'll be back almost before you know I'm gone. It isn't far."
By a quarter of two they had eaten of the scanty fare and Bob was ready to start.
"I'll leave your rifle right here by your side," he said. "Now don't you move that foot while I'm gone and I'll be back just as soon as I can make it."
"Don't kill yourself. I'll be all right."
"Good bye, then." Bob bent and kissed his brother's cheek.