“I guess you’re about right there,” Bob laughed. “But before we start, I move we take a look about and see if we find out anything about who shot that arrow.”
“I guess Kernertok made a pretty good search,” Jack said.
“Injun hunt quick. No look careful. We mak’ heap good look,” Kernertok advised.
But although they searched for the better part of half an hour beyond locating the place from which the arrow had been shot as indicated by a few broken twigs, they found nothing to help them. There was no trace of a trail to show in what direction the man had departed.
“He’s foxy all right,” Bob declared, as they gave up the search.
“Righto,” Jack agreed.
“Him heap good,” Kernertok added, shaking his head.
It was plain to the boys that the old man was worried. He always felt a keen sense of responsibility when in the woods with his boys, although he had great confidence in their ability to look out for themselves. “Them most as good as Injun,” he had once told Mr. Golden.
“Rex, do you think that this business can have any connection with that fellow who stole your money?” Bob asked.
Rex thought for some time before replying.