But, although the Indian had made no movement he was wide awake and, as soon as Bob had freed his hands and feet, he slipped to the floor beside them. The room was in darkness as the fire had gone out all but a few live coals which gave no light.
"Stay right here till I get the rifles," Bob ordered.
He knew that their rifles had been stood in a corner to the right of the fire and he stepped across the room in that direction his moccasins making not the slightest sound. In a moment he was back with the guns and they lost no time in opening the door and stepping outside.
"So far so good," Jack whispered with a sigh of relief.
"Have they got any dogs?" Bob asked Lucky.
"I tink not. Injun see no dog."
"Then we probably can get ours without making any noise."
"Oui, I tink so."
"It would be a big item in our favor if we could take all their rifles and revolvers away from them," Jack suggested as they moved away from the door.
"Too risky," Bob whispered.