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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Do you know," she said, "that Maballa thinks Mukoki is just about the nicest Indian that ever lived? Oh, I'd be so glad if if " She puckered her mouth into a round, red O, and left Rod to guess the rest. It was not difficult for him to understand. "So would I," he cried. Then he added, "Muky is the best fellow on earth." "And Maballa is just as good," said the girl loyally.
"Fifty miles!" ejaculated Wabi for the twentieth time. "It was an awful jaunt, wasn't it, Muky?" "Rough rough like devil th'ough mountains," replied Mukoki. "Not like that!" He swung an arm in the direction of the chasm. Rod stood silent, open-eyed with wonder. Was it possible that the old warrior had discovered a wilder country than that through which he had passed in the chasm?
Rod was deathly white and breathing so hard that he could not speak. The quick-witted Wabi at once realized their situation. "There is just one thing for us to do, Muky. We must stop the Woongas at the dip. We'll fire down upon them from the top of the hill beyond the lake. We can drop three or four of them and they won't dare to come straight after us then.
He will choose the mountain trail." When their companion returned, he said: "We had better split up this morning, hadn't we, Muky? It looks to me as though there are two mighty good lines for traps one over the hill, where that creek leads off through the range of ridges to the east, and the other along the creek which runs through the hilly plains to the north. What do you think of it?"
Today Mollie and I took Jennie and Charlie out on a sled with Muky to push behind at the handle-bar through the soft, deep snow. Mollie sat upon the sled, and rode down hill twice with the children, Muky hopping on behind; but I took a few kodak views of them, which I hope will be good. I also received some mail from the outside which was written last November.
Rod was conscious of a nervous chill creeping into his blood. But Mukoki was chuckling confidently. "Found heem!" he replied in response to the white youth's inquiring look. As he spoke Wabigoon came up out of the pool like a great fish. Rod helped him upon the rocks. "We're two bright ones, we are, Muky!" he exclaimed, as soon as he gained his breath.
He stared straight out into the unending distance as though his keen vision would penetrate far beyond the last of that visible desolation on and on, even to the grim and uttermost fastnesses of Hudson Bay. Wabi came up and placed his hand on Rod's shoulder. "Muky was born off there," he said. "Away beyond where we can see. Those were his hunting-grounds when a boy. See that mountain yonder?
When he saw that Rod and Wabi were observing him he quickly came toward them, and Wabigoon, who was quick to notice any change in him, was confident that he had made a discovery of some kind. "What have you found, Muky?" "No so ver' much. Funny tree," grunted the Indian. "Smooth as a fireman's brass pole," added Rod, seeing no significance in Mukoki's words. "Listen!"
Then there came to them from a great distance a quavering, thrilling sound, a sound that filled them again with the old horror of the upper chasm the cry of the mad hunter. At that distant cry Wabigoon sprang to his feet, his eyes leaping fire, his bronzed cheeks whitening in an excitement even greater than that of Mukoki. "Muky, I told you!" he cried. "I told you!"
The noise of the torrent became louder and louder as they advanced and on one side of him Rod now thought that he could distinguish a dim massive shadow towering above them, like the precipitous side of a mountain. A few steps farther and Mukoki exchanged places with Wabigoon. "Muky has been here before," cried Wabi close up to Rod's ear. His voice was almost drowned by the tumult below.
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