“Don’t know,” Rex laughed, “but we’re sure going while we do.”
“Well, look out that the friction doesn’t set the bottom of the canoe on fire.”
“If it does, there’s plenty of water here to put it out,” Jack laughed.
Although it was not quite noon when they reached the end of the pond, they decided to land for dinner before entering the river again.
“Now we don’t want to lose sight of the canoe for a single minute,” Bob said, as he dragged it up onto the sandy beach.
“I move that one of us stays right here by it while the rest get dinner,” Jack proposed.
To this plan all agreed and it was decided that Rex should be the one.
“Looks as though we were going to get a shower,” Jack said a little later as they were eating dinner close by the shore. “How about it, Kernertok?”
“Heap big rain coming,” the Indian replied, as he closely scanned the sky. “Be here heap soon, too.”
For some time a dark bank of clouds had been gathering in the west and even as the Indian spoke a low rumble of distant thunder was heard.