“He ain’t very far from here.”
“How far?”
“About two miles away. We’re camped in the heavy timber jus’ back from the river.”
“How did he find out that we are stopping here for the present with Raoul?”
“One of our men seen a dog team come up here early yesterday morning. Govereau thought it might be you, so he sent me over to find out.”
“Is that all he told you to do?”
For a few minutes Watson lay, staring about him, apparently quite oblivious of his surroundings. He paid no attention to the last question put to him. Finally he turned his head, his gaze meeting Dick’s squarely.
“You fellows are in a mighty bad position, if you want to know it,” he suddenly blurted out. “There ain’t one chance in ten thousand that you’ll ever get through alive. Your only hope is to go back to the place you come from.”
“I’m not asking you for advice,” said Dick angrily.
“Jes’ the same, I’m tellin’ yuh. I wouldn’t take the whole of upper Canada to be a standin’ in your shoes just now. You’re only a kid an’ don’t realize how bad a mess you’re in.”