"Well, what'll we do?" Bob asked.
"Do you think he meant to hit you?" Jack asked before the Indian could reply to Bob's question.
"Tink heem mean scare Injun. No hear bullet."
"Then I move we go on. I don't belive they intend to kill us and anyhow they can do it about as well in one place as another up here if that's what they are after."
"What do you think, Lucky?" Bob asked.
"We run dey catch us, we stay here dey find us yer' queek. Mebby we go on."
But as it happened it was not left for them to decide for just then another shot rang out followed by the thud of a bullet as it buried itself in the trunk of a tree over Jack's head.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" he shouted.
In answer to the question a man, whom they all recognized as their visitor of the night before, stepped out from behind a tree about thirty feet away. Instantly Bob had him covered with his rifle.
"No shoot," the man cried.