“Unusual, it’s unprecedented. But how’s the leg?”
“Almost as good as new,” Bob declared after he had taken a few steps. “It’s a bit sore and lame still but I can travel on it I reckon if we don’t go too fast.”
“Well, hereafter you’d better take me along with you. One or the other of us always seem to get into trouble when we separate.”
“How’s the grub holding out?”
“We got enough for two or three days if we don’t eat too much.”
“Well, suppose you see if there are any trout in that brook. They’ll taste mighty good for breakfast and help out on the supplies.”
Jack was gone less than half an hour when he returned with enough fair sized fish for a meal.
“There were just eight more trout in that brook when you spoke than there are now,” he laughed as he started to dress them.
Breakfast over they went, as Jack called it, into executive session of the committee of the whole to decide what was the next move to make.
“I still feel pretty sure that we are not very far from the scene of operations,” Bob insisted and Jack agreed that he was probably correct.