"It's a queer thing that they haven't taken our revolvers away from us," Bob declared.
"I was just thinking that same thing," Jack added. "What's the matter with holding them up right now?"
But the Indian shook his head as he whispered. "Eet no go. Dey watch us all the tam. You reach for gun an' they geet you first."
"He's right, Jack," Bob agreed. "I have an idea they wouldn't object to an excuse for shooting us. We'd better sit tight for the present and play it safe."
"But I'll bet my last year's straw hat that that guy was lying when he said he hadn't seen Uncle or Long. Didn't you notice how he hesitated when you asked him?"
"I did, and I think you're right about the lying. He's seen them all right."
About an hour later the other two men came in from the back room and joined in the game which lasted until nearly six o'clock. Then another two set about getting supper while the others continued to play. Not a word had been said to the three prisoners during the afternoon after their first conversation with the leader and, to a casual observer, it would have appeared that they were taking no notice of them. But they knew that not a single motion escaped observation and they were very careful to make no move which could possibly be interpreted as hostile.
The supper, although not as elaborate as the dinner, was a good one and, although they had eaten a big dinner, they did it full justice. The meal over the game of cards was resumed and again the three were left to their own resources.
"My, but this is getting monotonous," Jack declared when a clock on the mantle over the fireplace struck nine. "If we only had something to read it wouldn't be so bad."
But there was neither paper nor book anywhere in the room so far as they could see. But soon after the game broke up and it was evident that bed time had arrived.