"By George, this was a close shave!" He pointed to a tiny hole freshly made in the smooth white surface of the tree as the others came up.

"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." Rod had drawn his hunting-knife and was prodding the point of it in the bullet hole.
"I can feel the ball," he said.