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"What do you think of it, Muky?" "Keep close to shore," replied the old warrior, without stopping his work. "We mak' heem safe!" There was a good deal of consolation in Mukoki's words, for both youths still bore smarting reminders of his caution and good judgment.
Minnetaki's caressing hand and the fearful anxiety in the crouching posture of the old hunter thrilled him, and two words fell from his lips before they knew that he had come back into life. "Hello, Muky!"
I wouldn't be surprised if we had hit upon one of Woonga's retreats. We've always thought he was in the Thunder Bay regions to the west, and that is where father is watching for him now. We've hit the hornets' nest, Muky, and the only thing for us to do is to get out of this country as fast as we can!"
They'll see him, won't they?" he cried. "Not if Mukoki knows himself," smiled the Indian youth. "Remember that we are looking down on things. Everything seems clear and open to us, while in reality it's quite thick down there. I'll bet Muky can't see one hundred yards ahead of him.
Gradually his eyes became accustomed to the darkness and he pulled himself in. Half-way and he stopped. "Go on, Muky," urged Wabi, who was pressing close behind. There came no answer from the old Indian. For a full minute he remained poised there, as motionless as a stone, as silent as death.
May tenth: Mollie went out early with Muky, her dog-team and guns, to escort Ageetuk, Alice and Punni Churah, with their mother, who is Mollie's aunt, to their new hunting camp in the mountains. At seven in the evening Mollie returned with wet feet. Tomorrow she will take a net, and some other things they have forgotten.
"What is it, Muky?" asked the young Indian. Mukoki made no reply, but returning to the charred remains of the fire he again fell upon his hands and knees and repeated his strange scrutiny of the snow even more closely than before. When he arose a second time the astonishment had grown deeper in his face. "Only six!" he exclaimed. "Two guides from Post four Woongas!"
Mollie had her small sled and three dogs, with Muky and Punni Churah and their guns. The other sled was a large one, and to it were hitched seven good dogs, accompanied by Ituk and Koki. Upon the sleds were furs, guns, bags and fishing tackle.
Evidently the mystery of the whole thing, beyond the fact that the tenants of the cabin had killed themselves in battle, was beyond his comprehension. The winter outfit was soon in a heap beside the cabin door. "Now for cleaning up," announced Wabi cheerfully. "Muky, you lend me a hand with the bones, will you? Rod can nose around and fetch out anything he likes."
"I mean that our third waterfall is more than likely to be mighty close to this one! And if it is well, John Ball had a reason, and a good one! If we strike the last fall to-morrow it will be pretty good proof that he drew the map in a way intended to puzzle somebody, perhaps his two partners, who were just about to start for civilization." "Muky, how far have we come?" asked Wabigoon.
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