“I’ll say it would,” Jack declared.
“What’ll we do then?”
“Unless I’m mistaken, that lake we’re after is not very far from here, and believe me, we’re going to make it if it’s a possible thing, after coming this far. If he’s there he’ll probably have a good stock of provisions and trout and raspberries will get kinder monotonous after a few meals.”
“I sure hope we’ve shaken off that lalapaloosla,” Jack said. “Sure and we’ve got trouble enough without that to help it along.”
“Perhaps we can track it if it comes around again, now that Sicum has got his nerve back,” Rex suggested.
“Mebby,” Bob agreed.
“Do you know it’s the strangest thing about that dog,” Rex said thoughtfully. “Do you suppose that plunge in the water made him forget all about his trouble?”
“Possibly he had gotten the idea in his head that he was old and of no more use and then when he pulled me out it convinced him that he had been mistaken and was as good as ever, all his old spunk returned.”
Just then Kernertok returned, carrying on his shoulder a small spruce tree about ten feet long and four inches through at the larger end.
“No could find cedar,” he said, as he threw the trunk down on the ground. “But spruce she do heap well.”