Holding out his handful of bones, Mukoki said: "Meat no cook--eat raw!" "Great Scott!" gasped Rod.
Wabi's eyes flashed with a new understanding, and as he gazed into Rod's astonished face the latter, too, began to comprehend the significance of it all.
"It must have been the madman!" "Yes." "And he was here yesterday!" "Probably the day before," said Wabi.

The young Indian turned suddenly to Mukoki.

"What did he want of the fire if he didn't cook meat ?" he asked.
Mukoki shrugged his shoulders but did not answer.
"Well, it wasn't cooked, anyway," declared Wabi, again examining the bones.

"Here are chunks of raw flesh clinging to the bones.

Perhaps he just singed the outside of his meat." The old Indian nodded at this suggestion and turned to investigate the fire.