Did great scalp business!" Mukoki had not done chuckling to himself even when they reached camp.
Scarcely ten minutes were taken in eating breakfast.

Snow was already beginning to fall, and if the hunters took up their trail at once their tracks would undoubtedly be entirely obliterated by midday, which was the best possible thing that could happen for them in the Woonga country.

On the other hand, Wabi was anxious to follow back over the wolf-trail before the snow shut it in.

There was no danger of their becoming separated and lost, for it was agreed that Rod and Mukoki should travel straight up the frozen river.

Wabi would overtake them before nightfall.
Arming himself with his rifle, revolver, knife, and a keen-edged belt-ax, the Indian boy lost no time in leaving camp.