The three listened.

Faintly above the rush of the swift current there came to their ears the distant rumble of falling water! Forgetful now of the madman back in the chasm, oblivious of everything but the fact that they had at last reached the first of the three falls which were to lead them to the gold, Wabi gave a whoop that echoed and reechoed between the mountain walls, and Rod joined him with all the power of his lungs.

Mukoki grinned, chuckled in his curious way, and a few moments later signaled Wabi to guide the canoe ashore.
"We portage here," he explained.

"Current swift there--mebby go over fall!" A short carry of two or three hundred yards brought them to the cataract.

It was, as Mukoki had said after his long trip of exploration a few months before, a very small fall, not more than a dozen feet in height.