“No know um,” the Indian grunted.
“You can just bet your last dollar that I’m going to camp right down by the lake to-night, wherever we camp, and find out what it is that makes those tracks,” Jack declared as he joined Bob down by the shore a few minutes later.
“You want to look out that it don’t find you first.”
“Not if I see him or it first it won’t.”
“Won’t what?” Rex, who joined them just as Jack spoke, asked.
“Oh, Jack’s going to put some salt on the tail of whatever it is that makes these tracks and catch it to-night,” Bob told him laughingly. “And he said it wouldn’t get him if he saw it first.”
“Well, you’d better shoot that salt with a three hundred kilometer gun, judging by the size of those tracks. I’d sure hate to meet the thing that made ’em in the dark,” Rex advised.
Just then Kernertok announced that breakfast was ready.
Churchill Lake is not large and they reached the upper end shortly after nine o’clock.
“What’s the next lake we strike, and how far is it?” Bob asked Kernertok.