They were to go as far as The North East Carry on Moosehead Lake in the little car which they had equipped with an electric motor run by the new cell which the boys had invented.
“Well, how goes it?” Mr. Golden asked as he came up the steps and found the boys pouring over the map again.
“All set,” Jack replied.
“Sure you got everything?”
“So far’s I know.”
“Better take plenty of food.”
“I should think we had enough to last an army a month,” Rex laughed.
“And you’ll need a lot. The Maine Woods is a great appetizer as you’ll find out before you get back and you can’t tell how long you may be gone. A little too much is a whole lot better than a little too little.”
“I’ll say it is,” Jack laughed.
“I’ll tell you what I’d do,” Mr. Golden said as if struck by a sudden thought. “I’d take Kernertok along. He knows all about that country up there and I always feel safer when I know he’s along with you. And then he’ll be a lot of help on the carries.”