"You bet."
While talking they had been hurrying along as rapidly as possible and in a few minutes they had caught up with Lucky.
"They no follow?" he asked.
"I hardly think so," Bob told him. "I tried to make in plain to him that it would be dangerous to do so."
"Injun mebby ought not come on leave white boy thar but—"
"You did exactly the right thing," Bob assured him.
"Injun ver' sure he geet all um gun."
"And I reckon you did."
"Oui."
"Do you reckon they'll follow us?" Jack asked.