But the mountain side gave no further evidence.

Not a footprint was found upon the plain.

If the mysterious person who had fired the golden bullet had leaped from the mountain top into space he could have left no fewer traces behind him.

At the end of an hour Rod and his companions returned to the canoe, carried their loads to the pack in the dip, and prepared dinner.

Their suspense and fear, and specially Mukoki's dread, were in a large measure gone.