The fire was banked.

Those who had built it were gone, but they expected to return.
The naked footprints were thick about the camp-fire, and close to one end of the charred log were scattered a number of bones.

One after another Mukoki picked up several of these and closely examined them.

While Rod and Wabigoon were still gazing about them in blank astonishment, half expecting attack from a savage horde at any moment, the old warrior had already reached a conclusion, and calling to his companions he brought their attention to the tracks in the sand.
"Same feet!" he exclaimed.

"One man mak' all track!" "Impossible!" cried Wabi.