"How'd you miss?"
"Reckon the fire threw my aim off. It was a good shot."
"Didn't you hit him at all?"
"I don't know. He sounded as though he was kinder disappointed."
"Probably had his mind made up for a good meal," Jack chuckled.
"Well, he isn't going to get it off us," Bob assured him.
"You go to sleep and I'll wake you if there's any need."
"What's the matter with the other way around?"
"No, you need it and I don't. You've been doing all the work and may have to do it all for a day or two longer if this bum ankle of mine gets to cutting up."
"How does it feel?"