“Injun glad to go with white boys. Injun know all that land. It heap big woods.”
“How soon can you be ready?” Bob asked.
“Ten minute.”
And to Rex’s great surprise it was but a very little more than that time when he announced that he was ready to start.
“I was afraid he might balk on account of that ghost story your father told us,” Rex whispered while the Indian was outside.
“Oh, Kernertok’s too civilized to take any stock in that kind of stuff,” Bob told him.
“You got um heap much grub?” Kernertok asked as they were about to make the start.
“I think we’ve got plenty,” Bob assured him.
It took some persuasion to induce Sicum to get into the car, but by the time they had reached the main road he was quite reconciled to the new method of travel and seemed to enjoy it.