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Updated: June 17, 2025
Wabi gave a terrific lunge with his paddle and the cone of a black rock hissed past half a canoe length away. "It's as black as a dungeon ahead, and I can hear rocks!" he shouted. "Bring her in if you can, Muky, bring her in!" There came the sudden sharp crack of snapping wood and a low exclamation of alarm fell from Mukoki. His paddle had broken at the shaft.
When it was over Rod's arm ached, and Wabi, despite his Indian stoicism, let out a long howl at the last blow. During the entire scene of chastisement Mukoki stood like one struck dumb. "We'll never be bad any more, Muky," promised Wabigoon, rubbing himself gently. "That is, if we are, we'll whip ourselves again, eh, Rod?" "Not so long as I can run!" assured Rod with emphasis.
Are you afraid of a bad dog, Muky, or of a man who has gone bad dog?" "Bad dog bite deep mebby so we kill heem!" "But we don't kill them until we have to," persisted the quick-witted Wabigoon, who saw the way in which Rod's efforts were being directed. "Didn't we save our husky by taking the fish bone out of his throat? We must save this bad dog, because he is a white man, like Rod.
Wabi discovered him at this task when he awoke from his slumber. "I didn't think you would play this trick on me, Muky," he said, a flush of embarrassment gathering in his brown face. "It's awfully good of you, and all that, but I wish you wouldn't treat me as if I were a child any longer, old friend!"
Watch here, and if the Woongas show up in the valley open fire on them. I'll leave you my gun, too, so they'll think we are going to give them another fight. That will keep them back for a time. I'm going to stop Muky up here a little way and dress his wound. He will bleed to death if I don't." "And then go on," added Rod. "Don't stop if you hear me fire, but hurry on to the chasm.
"Muky, I'm going along in the edge of the woods and give her a surprise," said Rod courageously. "Will you wait here?" Mukoki grinned a nodding assent, and the youth darted into the edge of the forest. He was breathless when he came up a hundred yards behind the girl, screened from view by the trees. Softly he whistled.
Rod, who had opened his eyes, smiled faintly and Wabi gave a half-shout of delight. "Not so bad as we thought, eh, Rod?" he cried. "You can't fool Muky! If he says your arm isn't broken why, it isn't, and that's all there is to it. Let me bolster you up in these blankets and we'll soon have a supper that will sizzle the aches out of you. I smell meat fresh meat!"
He put an arm around the shoulders of the old Indian, who was still lying upon his face in the snow. "Let me see, Muky let me see " "Chasm first," replied Mukoki. "She no bad. No hit bone. No bleed much." From behind Rod could see that Mukoki's coat was showing a growing blotch of red. "Are you sure you can reach the chasm?" "Yes."
Swinging his rifle strap over his shoulders he reached out, caught the slender apex of the stub, and before the others could offer a word of encouragement or warning was sliding down the wall of the rock into the chasm. Wabi was close behind him, and not waiting for Mukoki's descent the two boys hurried toward the cabin. Half-way to it Wabi stopped. "This isn't fair. We've got to wait for Muky."
When he came, she spoke to him in Eskimo, and he, assenting to what she said, ran back again. "I tell Muky to come with dog-team, bring us home, you get tired by and by," she said thoughtfully, as we trudged on again over and through the snow. The woman wore a reindeer parkie, short skirt, and muckluks, and carried a gun on her shoulder.
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