"Injun no forgeet heem."
"You mean you got them, Lucky?" Bob asked quickly.
"Oui. Them rifle all out whar dog be."
"But when did you do it?"
"After put leetle guns in your pocket. Then geet rifles."
"And I thought you had gone back for the rest of the revolvers," Bob told him.
While talking they had been walking toward the shed which stood about forty feet to one side of the cabin, Bob and Jack supporting their uncle one on each side.
"We'd better start now as soon as we can, eh Lucky?" Bob asked as they stopped in front of the shed.
The Indian had gone ahead to make sure that the dogs made no noise and assured them that he would have the team hitched in "a leetle minute."
Among their stores were several bottles of malted milk and Bob quickly rummaged in the pack and found one which he emptied into a dipper and brought to his uncle.