They could make out the debris of the burned cabin in which they had passed their hunting season, and close to this was the pack which Mukoki had dropped there the night before.

No one had molested it.

Wabi's face relaxed.

Rod, breathing easier, laughed softly.

What had there been to fear?
He glanced questioningly at Mukoki.
"There rocks, there tree," said the old warrior, in answer to Rod's glance, "down there went scream!" He pointed far out across the plain.
Wabi had gone to the tree.
"See here, Rod!" he cried.