“Injun heap tough,” the old man grunted. “Take heap lot to kill him.”
“I’ll say it will,” Rex laughed.
Rex was astonished at the quick recovery of the old man and at his endurance. Indeed he was panting, when about an hour and a half later they got back to where Jack was waiting for them. The latter was overjoyed to see his old friend safe once more and was loud in his expression of indignation, as Bob told him what had happened.
“We’ll get those brutes sometime,” he declared, “and when we do, look out.”
While they had been away Jack had caught a good mess of trout and had picked several quarts of raspberries, so it took them but a short time to prepare dinner.
“Hadn’t we better rest the remainder of the day and start out good and early in the morning?” Bob asked Kernertok.
“We go now,” the Indian replied. “Injun all right. It only twenty mile more more down river, then twelve mile through woods to little lake.”
“All right, you’re the doctor,” Bob said.
“We’re sure traveling light, all right,” Rex laughed as they shoved off.
“Light is right,” Jack agreed. “A little too light for comfort. Hope we strike some grub soon.”