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And each step they took now added to the enthusiasm of Wabi and his companions. Evidences of game and fur animals were plenty. A thousand ideal locations for a winter camp were about them, and their progress became slow and studied. A gently sloping hill of considerable height now lay in their path and Mukoki led the ascent. At the top the three paused in joyful astonishment.
It took but a few moments to carry the injured youth to camp, and not until Rod was resting upon a pile of blankets in their shack, with the warmth of the fire reviving him, did Wabi vouchsafe an explanation to the old Indian. "I guess he's got a broken arm, Muky," he said. "Have you any hot water?" "Shot?" asked the old hunter, paying no attention to the question.
The closeness of the forest walls now added to the general gloom, intensified by the first gray pallor of the Northern dusk, which begins to fall in these regions early in the afternoon of November days. For a moment, just before plunging into the gloomy trail between the cedars, Wabi stopped and listened.
He would leave the following morning, taking with him a supply of food, and during his absence Rod and Wabigoon would attend to the traps. "We must have the location of the first fall before we return to the Post," declared Wabi. "If from that we find that the third fall is not within a hundred miles of our present camp it will be impossible for us to go in search of our gold during this trip.
He watched every movement Mukoki made; saw every start, every glance, and became almost sick with fear whenever the warrior bent down to examine some object. Was Wabi dead and burned in those ruins? Foot by foot Mukoki searched. His feet became hot; the smell of burning leather filled his nostrils; glowing coals burned through to his feet. But the old Indian was beyond pain.
The greater part was played by John Ball and Dolores!" For a long time the two listened, but the old man made no sound or movement. "Better go back to bed," said Wabi. "I thought if he was going to keep it up you would like to hear. I'll call you at two." But Rod could not sleep. For a long time he lay awake thinking of John Ball and his, strange ravings. Who was Dolores?
He could see saplings twisting and bending, and heard Wabi whisper behind him: "A moose!" They were words to set his hands trembling and his whole body quivering with anticipation. There was in him now none of the old hunter's coolness, none of the almost stoical indifference with which the men of the big North hear these sounds of the wild things about them. Rod had yet to see his first big game.
This fact did not deter the adventurers from securing an early start, however, and they traveled southward through the storm until noon, when they built a camp of spruce and made preparations to rest until the following day. "We must be somewhere near the Kenogami trail," Wabi remarked to Mukoki. "We may have passed it." "No pass it," replied Mukoki. "She off there." He pointed to the south.
He stopped, and his voice betrayed his uneasiness as he asked: "How far do you think we have come?" Mukoki had gone a few steps ahead, and before Wabi answered he called softly to them from close up against the chasm wall. They hurried to him and found him standing beside the rift. "Here!" Wabi handed his rifle to Rod. "I'm going up first," he announced. "If the coast is clear I'll whistle down."
"If Mukoki is satisfied, I am," said Rod. "We can pull up behind the driftwood on the farther edge of the lake bed." Wabi made no objection, and the camp site was chosen.
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