"Day 'fore dat?"
"Non."
"All right. We go now. You no man we want."
He turned and stole silently back into the forest and the boys could see others slipping from behind trees and following him.
"What do you make of it?" Bob asked as soon as the Indian was back in the "bed room."
For a moment Lucky hesitated.
"Injun no like dat man," he finally said.
"You think he's no good?"
"Mebby. Injun tink heem—what you call heem?—one beeg bluff."
"You mean you think he was after us and not that man he mentioned?"