"Probably."
"But it's not dead sure."
"No, I suppose not."
"I wish we could be sure."
"'If wishes were horses,' you know," Bob quoted.
"Well, I guess we might as well be getting back now," Jack proposed after a moment's pause.
"But we've got to be mighty careful that Los doesn't run into us."
"That's so. If he found out that we're out to-night he'd know something was up."
"Sure he would. Now I reckon we'd better take it easy and let him get in first. He'll probably hit it for home about as fast as he can make it."
"But suppose he should notice that our horses are gone?"