“It’s mighty funny how he could get lost so quickly.”
“I wasn’t gone over thirty minutes,” Bob assured him.
Their talking awakened Kernertok, and Bob quickly told him of Rex’s disappearance.
“That heap bad,” the Indian grunted. “Him get lost take long time mebby find him.”
“Well, to-day’s Sunday, so we won’t be losing any time,” Jack said.
“Do you think Sicum can track him?” Bob turned to Kernertok.
“We try um.”
But although they let the dog sniff at Rex’s cap and took him to where he had been sitting when Bob left him, the dog refused to stir.
“Him heap fool dog,” Kernertok declared disgustedly.
“You mustn’t blame him,” Bob cautioned. “Remember, we don’t know what he has been through.”