For an moment Lucky hesitated as though trying to make up his mind whether or not to obey the order.
"Go ahead, Lucky," Bob whispered. "I've got him covered."
"My man heem got you on de sight," Lucky said as he took a few steps forward in the deep snow.
The other, who was on snow-shoes, advanced to meet him and in a moment they were close together. The stranger carried a rifle, but he bore it over his shoulder as though he had no idea of using it at present. On his snow-shoes he towered nearly two feet above Lucky.
"You no Lareux," the boys heard him say.
"Who heem?" Lucky asked.
"Heem ver' bad mans. Heem keel one of my mans an' we hunt heem."
"When heem keel heem?"
"Tree, mebby four day ago," the stranger answered somewhat evasively Bob thought.
"Where you leeve, eh?" Lucky asked after a pause of a moment.