He's--" The words were frozen on his lips.

Again the cry echoed up the chasm.

It was nearer this time, and with a sobbing, terrified sound, something that Wabi had never heard fall from Mukoki's lips before, the old warrior clung to Roderick's arm.

Darkness hid the terror in his face, but the white boy could feel it in the grip of his hands.
"Mad, raving mad!" he cried.

Suddenly he gripped Mukoki fiercely by the shoulders, and as Wabigoon crouched forward, ready to fire at the first movement in the gloom, he thrust the butt of his rifle in his back.