“White boys be careful no get lost,” Kernertok warned them.
“We’ll be all right,” both assured him.
“Now we must go slow and really hunt this time,” Bob said as they were about to start. “We must have passed him somewhere the other time. He couldn’t have gotten so far as we went in the short start he had.”
“Doesn’t seem likely for a fact.”
Each of the three took with him a small amount of food, not so much for himself, but they knew that Rex would be nearly starved when he was found. Not one of them had admitted even to himself that there was a possibility of never finding him.
“Well, so long and good luck,” Bob waved his hand as he disappeared in the woods.
“Here’s hoping,” Jack called back.
“We find um,” Kernertok encouraged them.
Each had taken the same direction as he had on the first trip, judging that they would save a little time, having gone over the ground before.
It was just four o’clock when Rex finally came to a brook.