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It was therefore decided that the young hunters should start within a week, accompanied by Mukoki, the old Indian, a cousin of the slain Wabigoon, whom Wabi had given the nickname of Muky and who had been a faithful comrade to him from his earliest childhood.
The youth threw off his pack with a spiritless effort and flopped into a chair as though in the last stage of exhaustion. "You'll have to undo the pack," he replied. "I'm too tired and hungry." Wabi's manner changed at once to one of real sympathy. "I'll bet you're tired, Rod, and half starved. We'll have dinner in a hurry. Ho, Muky, put on the steak, will you?"
Mukoki had been listening in silence, and now joined in the conversation for the first time. "Must get to chasm first," he grunted, giving his shoulders a hunch that suggested a great deal. Wabi returned the map to his pocket. "You're right, Muky," he laughed. "We're climbing mountains before we come to them. It will be tough work getting to the chasm." "Much water ver' swift.
Rod looked, and caught his breath. There was Mukoki peeling potatoes! "Hello, Muky!" he shouted. The old Indian looked up with a grin. His face bore no signs of his mad night on the trail. He nodded cheerfully and proceeded with the preparation of breakfast as though he had just risen from his blankets after a long night's rest. "Better get up," he advised. "Big day's hunt.
"How is that, Muky?" he asked. Mukoki chuckled with unbounded satisfaction. "Ver' fine. No get bad wind never see smoke plenty wood plenty water." Relieved of their burdens, and leaving Wolf tied to the toboggan, the hunters made their way down to the lake. Hardly had they reached its edge when Wabi halted with a startled exclamation and pointed into the forest on the opposite side.
Five seconds more and they were sending a terrific fusillade of shots into the edge of the cedars ten in all and by the time he had reloaded his own gun Rod could see nothing to shoot at. "That will hold them for a while," spoke Wabi. "Most of them came in too big a hurry, and without their snow-shoes, Muky. We'll beat them to the chasm easy!"
Koki and Muky thought it great fun, and laughed and shouted in glee, but to me it was a little too serious. My clothes were wet through on my right side, and I was now obliged to run whether I wanted to do so or not, for we were fully a mile from home.
"There stand there, Mukoki, back to the tree, as you said you were when the shot was fired. Great Caesar, that fellow had a dead line on your head two inches high! No wonder it made you think the scream of a lynx was something else!" "No lynx," said Mukoki, his face darkening. "Shame on you, Muky!" laughed Wabigoon. "Don't get angry. I won't say it again if it makes you mad."
"You are one of us," cried Wabi, gripping his hand. That evening, after they had finished their supper and the three were gathered about the fire, Wabigoon said: "Muky could tell you one reason why the Indians of the North are honest if he wanted to, Rod. But he won't, so I will.
Ituk and Muky now made ready to go with me to the Home, a half mile away to the east where they were also to get some bread, this important item having been forgotten in the hurry of departure from Chinik. In the meantime Mollie, not to lose a moment of time, as is her method, had gotten out her fishing tackle and was already fishing for tom-cod through a hole in the ice.
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