“Hope I never see one of them,” Rex laughed.
The second half of the portage proved even worse than the first, though Rex insisted that such a thing was impossible, and even Kernertok was panting when, a little after six o’clock, they suddenly emerged from the thick woods and found themselves on the shore of Chamberlain Lake.
“Talk about the strenuous life,” Rex declared leaning against a big rock. “This has got anything I ever tried beat seven different ways.”
“It was a bit rough for a fact,” Bob agreed.
“Rough! You call that rough? I’d call it absolutely precipitous.”
“You mean all up and down?” Jack laughed.
“Right. But mostly up.” Rex assured him.
“Well, let’s get supper. I believe I can eat a bite,” Bob suggested.
“You said something,” Rex said. “I don’t believe there’s fish enough in this lake to satisfy me let alone the rest of you.”
“Careful,” Bob laughed. “This is a pretty big lake, nearly twenty miles long, and I’ve heard that there are some mighty large fish in it.”