But at the same time they were more hopelessly mystified than ever.

That there was danger ahead of them, that the menace of golden bullets was actual and thrilling, all three were well agreed, but the sunlight of day and a little sound reasoning had dispelled their half superstitious terrors of the previous night and they began to face the new situation with their former confidence.
"We can't let this delay us," said Wabi, as they ate their dinner.

"By night we ought to be in our old camp at the head of the chasm, where we held the Woongas at bay last winter.

The sooner we get out of the way of these golden bullets the better it will be for us!" Mukoki shrugged his shoulders.
"Gold bullet follow, I guess so," he grunted, "Cry went there--to chasm!" "I don't believe this fellow, whoever he is, will hang to our trail," continued Wabi, giving Rod a suggestive look.

A few moments later he found an opportunity to whisper, "We've got to get that cry out of Muky's head, Rod, or we'll never find our gold!" When Mukoki had gone to arrange his pack the young Indian spoke earnestly to his companion.
"Muky isn't afraid of bullets, either gold or lead; he isn't afraid of any danger on earth.