"Oui."
"Then why did he leave?"
"Heem heap big coward. Heem no know how many here."
"You think he'll come back?"
"Mebby. No can tell."
"Well, it's after three o'clock now. I reckon we'd better keep an eye open, eh?"
"Injun watch. White boys go sleep."
But both declared they had had enough sleep and could not go to sleep again anyway, so they built up the fire and, for the next two hours the Indian entertained them with his stories of which he seemed to have an inexhaustable supply. But every few minutes one or the other would get up and take a look around, not that they thought it at all likely that they would return so soon, but they wanted to be on the safe side.
"How about eats?" Bob asked when his watch told him that it was nearly six o'clock.
"You wait leetle minute," Lucky said as he got to his feet.