Then something leaped into his brain and spread like fire through his veins, calling him to his feet, trembling with the knowledge of what that cry had told him! It was not a lesson from the wilderness that Roderick Drew was learning now.

As fast as the mind could travel he had gone far back into the strife and misery and madness of civilization, and there he found the language of that fearful cry floating up the chasm.

He had heard it once, twice--yes, again and again, and the memory of it had burned deep down into his soul.

He turned to his companions, trying to speak, but the horror that had first filled Mukoki now fastened itself on him, and his tongue was lifeless.
"A madman!" Wabi's fingers dug into his arm like the claws of a bear.
"A what!" "A madman!" repeated Rod, trying to speak more calmly.

"The man who shot the bear and fired at Mukoki and who uses gold bullets in his gun is mad--raving mad! I have heard those screams before--in the Eloise insane asylum, near Detroit.