“I’m surprised that you don’t drive right up to his door,” Rex said with a grin.
“Trouble is, the trees are too thick together to get her through,” Jack explained.
“And you’d stop her for a little thing like that?”
“You might wait here, Rex, while we walk in,” Bob suggested.
“Not on your life. I want to see his cabin.”
“All right then. Come on.”
“And make it snappy,” Jack added.
“I guess you would have some trouble in getting even that car through here,” Rex laughed a few minutes as he squeezed himself between two trees.
“We’re almost there,” Bob announced a little later. “Give him a call, Jack.”
Jack put his fingers to his lips and the clear shrill call of the whip-poor-will rang through the forest. For a moment they listened.