"No can tell. We—what you call heem?—play heem safe."
"You bet," Jack declared. "That's my motto, 'play safe'."
"Since when?" Bob asked.
"Since—since—well, since I got a good look at that half-breed," Jack stammered.
"I thought it was of recent origin."
They had intended to travel on the river as it was much easier than through the woods, but Lucky told them it would be safer to keep to the woods declaring that they would make altogether too good a mark out in the open.
"Injun goin' keep leetle way ahead an' white boys follow heem track. No can geet lost."
"No, but you can get shot," Bob said soberly.
"Injun no geet shot. Injun got eyes."
"I'll say you have," Jack testified.