"Lucky for both of us that you haven't."

The lads had been talking in whispers, but the words fairly froze in
their mouths, when, upon glancing down they saw the eyes of a savage
fixed upon them.

"On your life, don't move a muscle, Chunky," whispered Tad, as soon as
he had recovered his wits.

Tad was not sure that the Indian saw them, yet there could be no doubt
that the savage eyes were burning into their very own.

Soon, however, the Indian dropped his glances to his pipe bowl and the
boys breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't move yet, Chunky," directed Tad.

It was a wise command, for almost instantly the Indian glanced in
their direction again, and, as if satisfied, emptied his pipe and
stretched out on his blanket. The two lads breathed sighs of relief.

"Did he see us, do you think, Tad?"

"No. At first he thought he saw something up here, but he changed his
mind after a little, as you observed."

By this time the redskins were cooking their midday meal, and the odor
nearly drove Stacy frantic. It made him realize how hungry he was. He
pulled a leaf from a bush and began chewing it in hopes of wearing off
the keen edge of his appetite.