“I see somebody come,” he announced excitedly.
Dick and Sandy rose to their knees and they, too, peered down along the shore.
“Brennan and McCallum all right,” Sandy whispered breathlessly.
Dick nudged his chum, “Careful!” he warned. “Let’s all sit down and be very quiet.”
Soon afterward they could hear voices in the tepee, the loud domineering voice of Wolf Brennan, the rasping snarl of Toby McCallum and the broken, guttural tones of one of the Mekewai boys. Only occasionally, however, did they catch a word they could understand.
But true to Sandy’s prediction, the voices grew more noisy. They had probably opened one of the bottles. Heavy oaths punctured the talk now. An argument of some sort seemed to be in progress.
“It’s a lie!” suddenly screamed McCallum.
Then the boys heard quite distinctly Wolf thunder out: “Where’s Henri?”
Sandy leaned close to Dick whispering in his ear: “Hear that? Only one of the Mekewai boys is inside there. Wonder where the other is?”
At that moment Dick felt a thrill of excitement go through him. Brennan was speaking and he had heard another sentence.