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Updated: September 9, 2025
"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."
Drew and the princess mother, while Rod went in search of Mukoki and Wabigoon. That night the big event happened. George Newsome, the factor, gave a reluctant consent which meant that Wabi's sister and Maballa would accompany the adventurers on their next journey into the untraveled solitudes of Hudson Bay. For a week John Ball hovered between life and death.
Mukoki was already at work skinning the bear, and Rod and Wabigoon unsheathed their knives and joined him. "Wound 'bout fi', six month old," said the Indian. "Shot just before snow." "When there wasn't a berry in the woods for a starving man to eat," added Wabi. "Well, here's hoping he found something, Rod."
From the top of the second ridge they could look back upon a quarter of a mile of the valley below, and it was here that Rod suggested that he remain on watch for a few minutes while Wabigoon went on with Mukoki.
Only two things filled his soul. One of these was love for Minnetaki; the other was love for Wabigoon. And there was only one other thing that could take the place of these, and that was merciless, undying, savage passion passion at any wrong or injury that might be done to them. The Woongas had sneaked upon Wabi. He knew that.
"Long portage," said Mukoki. "Six mile. Carry everything." "Until we reach the little creek in the plains beyond the mountain, where you shot the caribou?" asked Rod. "Yes," replied Wabigoon.
Another half hour of brisk paddling brought them to the edge of a frozen field of ice that extended for a quarter of a mile from the shore. In both directions it stretched beyond their vision. Wabi's face was filled with dismay. Mukoki sat with his paddle across his knees, uttering not a sound. "What's the matter?" asked Rod. "Can't we make it?" "Make it!" exclaimed Wabigoon.
In the second year of his reign at Wabinosh a factor is virtually king in his domain there came to the Post an Indian chief named Wabigoon, and with him his daughter, Minnetaki, in honor of whose beauty and virtue a town was named in after years. Minnetaki was just budding into the early womanhood of her race, and possessed a beauty seldom seen among Indian maidens.
Mukoki and Wabigoon were still at the dead stub. Even the flare of light in the old cabin had not attracted them. Tossing his torch away Rod tore off the top of the tin box. Something fell at his feet, and as he reached for it he saw that it was a little roll of paper, almost as discolored as the rust-eaten box itself.
While Rod and Wabigoon were still gazing about them in blank astonishment, half expecting attack from a savage horde at any moment, the old warrior had already reached a conclusion, and calling to his companions he brought their attention to the tracks in the sand. "Same feet!" he exclaimed. "One man mak' all track!" "Impossible!" cried Wabi. "There are thousands of them!"
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