“Trust Kernertok for that,” Bob reassured him.
Their way led through a forest more dense than Rex ever seen. The immense pines and spruce grew so closely together that at times it was only with great difficulty that they were able to make their way.
“I should think that there was lumber enough around here to supply the world for the next thousand years,” Rex declared, as they stopped for a short rest.
“There won’t be any great shortage for the next few years at any rate, I reckon,” Jack agreed.
“Is this what you call virgin forest?” Rex asked.
“How about it, Kernertok? Ever been any lumbering here?” Bob turned to the Indian.
Kernertok shook his head.
“No think so. Injun no remember it.”
After they had been walking about two hours the ground began to rise and the boys noticed that the trees were a little farther apart.
“How high is this hill, Kernertok?” Jack panted, after they had been climbing for some time.