Then they faced to their hundred miles' trek en route to the war.
CHAPTER VI
THE MEN OF THE NORTH
“Fifty miles—not too bad, boy, not too bad for a one day's go. We'll camp right here at the portage. How is it, Knight?”
“Good place, Duff, right on that point. Good wood, good landing. Besides there's a deuce of a portage beyond, which we can do after supper to-night. How do you feel, Barry?” asked Knight. “Hard day, eh?”
“Feeling fit, a little tired, of course, but good for another ten miles,” answered Barry.
“That's the stuff,” replied Knight, looking at him keenly, “but, see here, you must ease up on the carrying. You haven't quite got over that ducking of yours.”
“I'm fit enough,” answered Barry, rather more curtly than his wont.
They brought the canoes up to the landing, and with the speed of long practice unloaded them, and drew them upon the shore.