"Owen and I looked to that all right," Max laughed back.
"Then you are sure nobody made a sneak on us and got away with the second batch of prizes?"
It was Bandy-legs who put this question. Both Toby and Steve seemed intensely interested in the answer.
"Sure, why, of course, we are," replied Max, confidently. "Nobody who didn't belong here had a chance to poke his nose into our tent last night."
Toby and Bandy-legs declared themselves satisfied with this assurance. As for Steve, though he made no remark on the subject, his face seemed to indicate contentment.
"Is it because he thinks he wasn't seen?" Max kept asking himself, uneasily; but found no answer.
The plans for the morning were soon arranged.
Steve was to pilot Owen to the river over the trail he and Max had made. And at the last moment Toby begged for a chance to accompany the expedition.
"I w-w-want to show that I w-w-wasn't the Jonah yesterday," he remarked, after Max had said he could be spared.
"Oh! rats!" spluttered Bandy-legs, whose turn it was to attempt the cooking; but Max thought he did not seem quite as cheerful as ordinarily.