Frequent signs of game were observed along the shores of the river and several times during the morning moose and caribou were seen in the distance.

A few months before, when they had invaded the wilderness to hunt and trap, this country would have aroused the wildest enthusiasm among Rod and his friends, but now they gave but little thought to their rifles.

That morning they had set out with the intention of reaching the second waterfall before dusk, and it was with disappointment rather than gladness that they saw the swift current of the chasm torrent change into the slower, steadier sweep of a stream that had now widened into a fair-sized river.

According to the map the second fall was about fifty-five miles from the mad hunter's camp.

Darkness found them still fifteen miles from where it should be.
Excitement kept Rod awake most of that night.