“But that shot—” Jack began, but Bob interrupted.
“Might not have had anything to do with it.”
“And then again it might,” Jack insisted.
By this time the roof was burning fiercely, as they could tell by the sound, and, to make matters worse, a stiff breeze had sprung up.
“It won’t take it long to go in this wind,” Jack declared.
“Well, the only thing we can do is to wait as long as we can in hopes that Kernertok will come with help. If he doesn’t, we’ll have to make a rush for it and trust to luck,” Bob said sadly.
“By the way, Mr. Stebbins, did you ever hear the legend connected with this lake?” Rex asked.
“Yes, I’ve heard it. Why?”
“I was just wondering. You see the other night we saw a canoe with a white figure in it out on the lake, and it looked kinder spooky.”
“That was Jacques. He knows about the legend, and every night he would wrap a sheet about himself and go out on the lake. He knew that you were headed up this way some how or other and he thought it would scare you away.”