"No, Injun too busy."
"Well, I'm convinced that there's someone there and I think we ought to investigate," Bob declared.
"Maybe they've got Uncle Silas and that Long tied up in there," Jack suggested.
"Just what I was thinking."
"Well there's a way to find out."
"I know, but I wish I was sure that Lucky got all their guns."
"You can't be, so what's the use of wishing? Let's go out back and see if there's a rear door."
"You didn't get hold of a flashlight did you, Lucky?" Bob asked as they started around back.
"Oui, I geet one," and the Indian pulled it from his pocket and handed it to Bob.
"Good."