As they reached the sandy spot, there, close to the water’s edge, were three of the imprints.
“Just as I expected,” Jack declared.
“Well, let’s get breakfast over with and if he hasn’t shown up by that time we’ll start out after him,” Bob said, as he turned back.
Breakfast was quickly cooked and eaten. Still there was no sign of the Indian.
“Suppose he has got lost!” Rex asked.
“Kernertok lost! You couldn’t lose that Indian in the State of Maine if you should blindfold him, let me tell you that,” Jack replied.
“Jack’s right about that,” Bob declared. “Kernertok knows the country up this way about as well as any man living, I reckon. No; it’s not a question of him being lost.”
“What then?”
“That’s it. What then?” Bob repeated. “But come on, let’s not lose any time. Here Sicum.”
After some argument and a good deal of objection on the part of Jack, who insisted that he was as strong as ever, it was decided that Bob and Rex should take up the search while Jack remained to guard the canoe.