His hope was realized for just as it was beginning to get dark they sighted a thick growth of trees and in another hour they were once more traveling through woods.
"Are you sure we're on the right trail, Lucky?" Bob asked anxiously.
"Oui. I tink so. Eskimo heem tell me whar go."
"But how do you know that he was telling the truth. Any man who would do what he did wouldn't hesitate to lie."
"Mebby heem lie."
"Well, I suppose the only way to find out is to keep on."
"Oui, that only way."
How the Indian could keep anything like a straight course through the deep forest, in which they were now traveling, and where he had never been before, was a mystery to the boys. But he never hesitated as he led the way and they knew they were making good time. It was about half past five when he finally called a halt for the night and both boys were glad to hear the order, Jack especially as his ankle, which was still far from being strong, had been giving him considerable pain during the last hour.
"We mak' eet tomorrow, mebby," Lucky told them as he set about making the dogs comfortable for the night.
The temperature had been falling ever since morning and now the mercury in their thermometer stood thirty degrees below zero and was still falling.