The storekeeper invited them to stay over a night in the settlement but, after a brief conference, they decided that time was too precious and that they would push on. So, after thanking him and purchasing a few things they needed, they said good bye and started off up the river. Altogether they had stopped an hour and, although they had learned nothing which was very definite except that their uncle had really been there, somehow the boys felt slightly encouraged.
"Evidently that man Long's a bad egg," Jack said as they trudged out of the village.
"Everyone seems to think so," Bob agreed.
"The inhabitants of this burg seem to keep pretty close indoors," Jack remarked just as they struck the river.
"Them eat dinner now," Lucky told him.
On the river the traveling was good and they made twenty-five miles before camping for the night.
"River tak' heap beeg bend leetle way above here an', in the mornin' we go east, cut off mebby twenty mile," the Indian told them.
For the past three days they had heard nothing from the wolves and both boys hoped that they had given up following them. Lucky shrugged his shoulders when Bob mentioned it as if to say that it did not matter to him one way or the other.
"Any fish in this river, Lucky," Jack asked as soon as they had cut the wood for the night.
"Oui, heap beeg salmon. Some trout."