Meanwhile,
Zanner strolled into the tree-base which his fellow lost boys resided. There, he noticed the young redskin that had been captured. The sky was turning a gray-blue and clouds were bunching up. A soft sprinkle had tickled Zanner's nose. "Curious..." the young boy said, "this one doesn't seem to be putting up much of a fight". It was routine for the lost boys' lives to be in danger once a capture was made, but this redskin just sat there calm and composed.

After a scratch of the head, Zanner stepped through the bushes and walked fast down the dirt-hill. Three of his fellow companions were sitting at a table playing cards for berries and slingshot BBs. "Hey fellas!"

Only one of the boys looked up at Zanner and he had a stern face. "Zannah, can't yeh see we playen cahds? Now oi lost me cunsentration." The boy shook his head and picked through his cards to make double sure his hand was the one that would win the jackpot. The other two boys gestured, with their hands, for Zanner to go somewhere else for they were far too busy.

Zanner just stared them down with a blank face and then walked off to find someone else who would tell him a little more about their capture.