"Mebby."
"What do you mean by that?" Bob demanded.
"You geeve word you no try geet away you no prisoner."
"And if we refuse?"
Again the man shrugged his shoulders. "Den you prisoner, oui."
"Then I reckon we'll have to be prisoners. But what's the idea?"
"Huh?"
"I mean why have you taken us prisoners?"
"You find dat out plenty time."
Before Bob could speak again the door opened and Lucky, followed by the five breeds, entered the room. The Indian seemed as much astonished as had the boys at the room, but they could see that he was trying not to make any show of his astonishment.