That morning he did not set off ahead of the two boys with his pack but walked beside them, stopping to rest when they lowered their canoe, his eyes never ceasing their sharp scrutiny of the plain and distant ridges.

Once when Mukoki mounted a big rock to look about him, Wabi whispered, "I tell you it's strange, Rod--mighty strange!" An hour later the old warrior halted and threw off his load.

The three had approached within a quarter of a mile of the dip in the mountain.
"Leave canoe here," he said.

"Go lak fox to old camp.

Mebbe see!" He took the lead now, followed closely by the boys.