He felt life surging like a giant within him.
And Miki, thumping his tail until this moment, rose on his overgrown legs and followed his master into their shelter.
It was in the gray light of the early summer dawn when Challoner came forth again, and rekindled the fire.

Miki followed a few moments later, and his master fastened the end of a worn tent-rope around his neck and tied the rope to a sapling.

Another rope of similar length Challoner tied to the corners of a grub sack so that it could be carried over his shoulder like a game bag.

With the first rose-flush of the sun he was ready for the trail of Neewa and his mother.

Miki set up a melancholy wailing when he found himself left behind, and when Challoner looked back the pup was tugging and somersaulting at the end of his rope like a jumping-jack.