“What if Toma really does turn traitor?” Sandy broke a long silence. “I heard Uncle Walter say these Indians couldn’t be trusted too far.”
“I don’t know why, but I trust Toma absolutely,” Dick replied confidently, “that Indian is smarter than we think. If Govereau really is convinced that Toma is going in with him we’ll soon be out of here. When I think what your uncle may be going through up there, I can’t sit still.”
“Well, he couldn’t get much worse than we have already,” Sandy returned grimly. “Gee, I never thought we’d come to this when we left Fort du Lac.”
“I could stand it better if I wasn’t so hungry and thirsty,” Dick declared.
“You said it,” Sandy heartily sanctioned. “I guess they’re going to starve us too.”
“Do you notice it’s growing colder?” Dick asked presently.
“I thought maybe it was because we didn’t have any fire.”
“I remember Toma said we were due for a blizzard,” Dick recalled.
“Funny why Govereau doesn’t call one of us out again,” Sandy mused.
“He’s after his men I expect. An Indian reported they were drinking while I was being questioned. The fellow saved me from being tortured.”