Another half hour passed and they were on the point of turning back when, without warning, the Indian stood before them.
"Gee, but I'm glad you're back," Jack declared.
"We were beginning to think you had been captured," Bob added.
"Injun no geet caught."
"But did you see any of the breeds?" Bob asked.
"Non, no see um."
"Then I guess they decided to take my advice."
"Oui, I t'ink so. Injun go back three, four mile, no see um."
"Then you think we're safe as far as they are concerned?" Mr. Lakewood asked.
"Oui, I t'ink so."