“I don’t know. Haven’t seen him for some time, but I didn’t notice it.”
“It’s funny where he’s gone.”
The color in Jack’s cheeks slowly increased, and his breathing became deeper and more regular. Soon his eyes opened and he groaned.
“Jack boy,” Bob cried.
“Bob.”
The whisper was so faint that Bob hardly heard it, but never had any sound seemed sweeter.
At that moment Kernertok emerged from the deep woods behind them. He was rubbing something in his hands as he ran towards them.
“Him heap better?”
“Yes, thank God, he’s come to,” Bob replied.
“Heap good,” the Indian bowed his head and the boys saw his lips move.