Hardly had they covered a third of the distance to the plain when Wabi, who was trailing between Rod and the old Indian, called out that he had made a discovery.
Mukoki had already reached him when Rod came up, and the two were gazing silently at something fluttering from a bush.
"Lynx hair!" cried Rod.

"A lynx has been this way!" He could not entirely conceal the triumph in his voice.

He had been right in his conjecture of the night before, the cry that had frightened Mukoki had been made by a lynx! "Yes, a lynx has been this way, a lynx four feet high," said Wabigoon quietly, and the touch of raillery in his voice assured Rod that he had still other lessons to learn in the life of this big wilderness.
"Lynx don't grow that big, Rod!" "Then it's--" Rod feared to go on.
"Lynx fur.

That's just what it is.

Whoever fired at Mukoki last night was dressed in skins! Now, can you tell us what that means ?" Without waiting for an answer Wabigoon resumed his search.