Mukoki stared.

For a full half minute the three stood in speechless amazement.

Clinging to the knife tip was a tiny fleck of yellow, gleaming lustrously in the sun as Rod slowly turned the handle of his weapon.
"Another--gold--bullet!" The words fell from Wabi's lips very slowly, and so low that they were scarce above a whisper.

Mukoki seemed to have ceased breathing.

Rod's eyes met the old warrior's.
"What does it mean ?" Wabi had pulled his knife and was digging into the tree.