“Injun got salt.”
“You have?”
“Injun never go way in big woods no salt,” and he took from his pocket a small water-tight box. “Get long no have most anything, no get long no salt.”
“You’re right there,” Rex agreed. “Most things taste pretty flat without salt.”
By the time supper was ready Kernertok had the hole in the canoe repaired.
“Your mud pies are a great success, Bob,” Rex declared, after he had taken his first taste of the trout. “I never tasted anything quite so good as these.”
“Hope you won’t get sick of them before we get out of the woods.”
As soon as he had eaten Kernertok announced that he was going to find material out of which he could make paddles.
“There’s no great loss without some gain,” Bob declared, after the Indian had gone.
“What’s the gain?” Jack asked.