"Deese boy no promise not to geet away," the leader said turning to Lucky. "You mak' 'em promise, oui?"
"Non." The Indian shook his head.
"Den we feex you so you no geet away."
"Mebby."
"For sure, no mebby."
Lucky shrugged his shoulders as much as to say that the incident was closed so far as he was concerned, and the leader turned to one of the men and gave an order.
"You mak' home," he said not unpleasantly turning again to Lucky and the boys who were standing close together. "Dinner be ready een jest leetle while."
Evidently the big living-room served also for the dining-room for the cover, a huge bear skin was removed by one of the breeds and dishes substituted.
"Reckon they don't intend to starve us," Jack whispered a little later as one of the breeds brought in a huge roast of venison and placed it on the table.
"Perhaps they're going to eat and let us look on," Bob suggested.