Would he travel by night as well as by day?
Was it possible that he was already close behind them?
"He travels with the swiftness of an animal," said Wabi, speaking in a low voice to Rod.

"Perhaps he will return to-night!" Mukoki overheard him and shook his head.
"Mak' heem through chasm in two day on snow-shoe," he declared, referring to his trip of exploration to the first waterfall over the snows of the previous winter.

"No mak' in t'ree day over rock!" "If Mukoki is satisfied, I am," said Rod.

"We can pull up behind the driftwood on the farther edge of the lake bed." Wabi made no objection, and the camp site was chosen.

Strangely enough, with the discovery of the footprints, the fire, the picked bones and the stones with which the mad hunter had manufactured his golden bullets, Mukoki seemed to have lost all fear of the wild creature of the chasm.