“Lucky we got all our stuff that water will hurt in tight cans,” Bob said.
“Um, heap get wet,” Kernertok declared.
“I’ll say so,” Rex agreed.
As quickly as possible the blankets were wrung out and spread out to dry.
“Too bad it didn’t happen sooner so the blankets would have time to get dry before night,” Bob said. “But, as it happens, you can’t choose the time for such things.”
“Another thing we’re in luck about and that is that our canoe is birch bark instead of canvas,” Jack remarked.
“How come?” Rex asked.
“Because Kernertok’ll have this fixed in two shakes of a dog’s tail, but if it was canvas it would be a different matter.”
“You mean he can mend that big hole up here in the woods?”
“Just watch him,” Bob laughed. “He’s after birch bark now.”