"Because someone'll get killed if they do."
"But you know they will. They're probably on their way here right now."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Think they'll find us right off?"
"I don't know. We aren't very far away, you know, but that grass is so lodged in all sorts of ways that I don't know's they'll be able to pick up our trail."
"But they'll find us sooner or later."
"Sure they will and then there'll be a fight."
"But they must know about the blow-pipes, don't you think?"
"Sure they do, and I reckon they'll be careful."
For some moments they were silent, each busy with his own thoughts. It was quiet outside for the most part, although they could now and then hear the sound of jabbering. After that seemed a long time, but in reality was not more than an hour from the time they had arrived, the leader stuck his head into the hut and motioned for them to come out.