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Updated: May 28, 2025
Hope now gave way to fear. In three days Mukoki could travel nearly a hundred miles. Was it possible that something had happened to him? Many times there recurred to Rod a thought of the Woonga in the chasm. Had the mysterious spy, or some of his people, waylaid and killed him? Neither of the hunters had a desire to leave camp during the fourth day.
But the Woonga was as quick. Like a flash he struck up with one of his powerful arms and the force of the blow that was descending upon him fell to the earth floor. In another instant his free arm had encircled Rod's neck, and for a few brief moments the two were locked in a crushing embrace, neither being able to use the weapon in his hand without offering an advantage to the other.
We have not time here to dwell on the things that happened at the old Hudson Bay Post during the ten days after their first happy reunion of the love that sprang up between Rod's mother and Minnetaki, and the princess wife of George Newsome, the factor; of the departure of the soldiers whose task of running down Woonga ended with Rod's desperate fight in the cabin, or of the preparations of the gold hunters themselves.
It was evident that Woonga was again in the neighborhood, and Wabi and Rod, together with a score of Indians and hunters, spent days in scouring the forests and swamps. But the Woongas disappeared as suddenly as they came.
Woonga was ill and had refused to move far from the scene of the slaughter until he had fully regained his strength. "But why did Woonga kill the Indian back on the trail?" asked Rod. Minnetaki shuddered as she thought of the terrible scene that had been enacted before her eyes. "I heard them quarreling," she said, "but I couldn't understand. I know that it was about me.
Then there came to him a single incautious reply from one of the shadows. "All right!" Surely that was not the English of a Woonga! It sounded like In a flash Wabi had called softly. "Ho, Muky Muky Rod!"
"It is Woonga, and he is dead!" Rod understood the look in her face now. Woonga, the Nemesis of her people, the outlaw chief who had sworn vengeance on the house of Wabinosh, and whose murderous hand had hovered for years like a threatening cloud over the heads of the factor and his wife and children, was dead! And he, Roderick Drew, who once before had saved Minnetaki's life, had killed him.
As the boys talked over their adventure on the long journey back toward the Post, Wabi thought with regret of the moose head which he had left buried in the "Indian ice-box," and even wished, for a moment, to go home by the northern trail, despite the danger from the hostile Woongas, in order to recover the valuable antlers. But Mukoki shook his head. "Woonga make good fight.
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