"Surely we need fear no attack from beast or man to-night!" At least there was this consolation, and the gold hunters ate a hearty meal of cold bear meat and prepared for slumber.

The night was unusually warm, and both Mukoki and Wabigoon hung out their wet clothes to dry while they slept in their blankets.

Rod did not open his eyes again until Wabi awakened him in the morning.

Both Indians were dressed and it was evident that they had been up for some time.
When Rod went to the water to wash himself he was surprised to find all of their supplies repacked in the canoe, as though their journey was about to be resumed immediately after breakfast, and when he returned to where Mukoki and Wabigoon had placed their food on a flat stone in the center of what he had regarded as their prison, he observed that both of his companions were in an unusually cheerful frame of mind.
"Looks as though you expected to get out of here pretty soon," he said, nodding toward the canoe.
"So we do!" responded Wabi.

"We're going to take a swim through the whirlpool!" He laughed at the incredulity in Rod's face.
"That is, we're going to navigate along the edge of it," he amended.
"Muky and I have tied together every bit of rope and strap in our outfit, even to our gun-slings, and we've got a piece about eighty feet long.