The Indian stopped the team as soon as Jack called to him and waited for them to catch up.
"We go too fast, eh?" he asked.
"Just a little," Jack told him. "You see, we're a bit soft and it'll take a few miles to get our muscles hardened up."
"Injun try remember, go slower," he promised.
"Hope he doesn't think we're lazy," Bob whispered as Lucky started up the dogs again after allowing them to rest for a few minutes.
About nine o'clock the sun came up and it began to warm up a little and soon the boys were forced to discard their heavy mackinaws. The country, through which they were passing, was hilly and Jack declared that they were going either up hill or down all the time and he was not far wrong. About every hour the Indian stopped the team and allowed the dogs to rest for some ten minutes and the boys were glad of the breathing spells.
When noon came they halted at the foot of a long steep hill and ate their lunch which Pete had provided, washing it down with hot coffee from a thermos bottle.
"How far have we come?" Jack asked.
"'Bout twenty mile," the Indian told him.
"Gee, is that all?"