"Best thing I ever tasted," Jack declared after he had eaten all he could manage.
"Not half bad, but I do wish Lucky'd come."
"If wishes were horses, you know," Jack quoted.
"Yes, I know. But he ought to be getting along."
Although Jack objected strenuously Bob insisted on giving the ankle another hot water treatment and it was close to six o'clock when he had finished, and the Indian had not returned.
"Something's gone wrong with Lucky," Jack declared.
"I hardly think so. You see, there's no telling how far he had to chase him and you know Lucky."
"And we don't know that Eskimo. There's the rub."
"But—"
"Honest Injun, now, aren't you worried?"