The dog whined and showed an increasing disposition to take to the woods, but Bob restrained him with a word of command.
“If you’ll get some more of those berries, I’ll hook a few more trout, and if he doesn’t come by the time we’ve had breakfast we’ll have to go after him.”
They called Jack as soon as breakfast was ready.
“What’s the big idea?” he asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
“We thought you needed to sleep,” Rex replied.
“Well, I want it distinctly understood from now on that I’m no invalid and don’t want to be treated like one. Where’s Kernertok?”
“I wish we knew,” Bob replied, and then told him of the happening in the night.
“Did you look to see if there are any more of those tracks?”
“No; I never thought of it to tell the truth.”
“Then let’s go see.”