It was decided that Kernertok should set to work at once repairing the canoe.
“How about paddles?” Rex asked.
“Injun make um,” Kernertok assured him.
“It looks as though there might be some raspberries over there on the other side,” Bob pointed to a small clump of bushes a short distance back from the edge of the river. “If you’ll make a birch bark basket and see if you can find any I’ll see what I can do with this fish line.”
“Righto.”
“And what am I to do?” Jack asked.
“You lay right where you are for the present,” Bob commanded.
In spite of his protests that he was all right, neither Bob or Rex would hear to his attempting to do any work, and after some argument he agreed to wait till he was stronger.
“It’s all bosh though,” he growled, as he leaned back against a tree and threw his arms about Sicum.
Rex went off in search of a birch tree and Bob after cutting a stout alder pole and fastening the line to it, began to dig under a stone, which he turned over, for angle worms. He had nothing but a stick with which to dig and the worms were, as he told himself, scarcer than hens’ teeth. But after nearly a half hour of persistent work he succeeded in getting six small worms.