"How far do you suppose it is out to those towns, Nain, say, from here, for a guess?" Raed asked a few minutes after.
"I was just thinking of that," said Kit. "Well, I should say four hundred miles."
"Not less than six hundred," said Wade.
I thought it as likely to be seven or eight hundred.
"That would be a good way to travel on foot," muttered Raed reflectively.
"Yes, it would," said Kit. "Still I shouldn't quite despair of doing it if there was no other way out of this."
"How long would it take us, do you suppose?" Raed asked after another pause. "How many miles a day could we make, besides hunting and getting our food?"
"Not more than twelve on an average," Kit thought.
"Suppose it to be seven hundred miles, that would take us near sixty days," Raed remarked; "seventy, counting out Sundays."
"We never could do that in the world!" Wade exclaimed. "It would take us till midwinter, in this country! We should starve! We should freeze to death!"