"Well, if he doesn't show up pretty soon I'm going on. Perhaps he's in trouble."
"We'll wait five minutes," Bob said glancing at his watch.
The five minutes were just up when they caught sight of the Indian coming toward them at a rapid lope.
"What's up?" Bob asked.
"Did you shoot?" Jack asked.
"No shoot, geet shoot at," he told them.
"One of those fellows?" Bob asked.
"Injun 'spect so, no see um."
"Tell us about it," Jack said as Lucky paused.
"Not mooch tell. Injun go 'long like when bang go gun, but no geet heet, so come back."