The stuff was made in two packs; now it was an overland journey, so the canoe was hidden in a cedar thicket, a quarter of a mile inland.

The two were about to shoulder the packs, Quonab was lighting his pipe for a start, when Rolf said: "Say, Quonab! that fellow we saw at the Falls claimed to be Hoag's partner.

He may come on here and make trouble if we don't head him off.
Let's burn her," and he nodded toward the shanty.
"Ugh!" was the reply.
They gathered some dry brush and a lot of birch bark, piled them up against the wall inside, and threw plenty of firewood on this.

With flint and steel Quonab made the vital spark, the birch bark sputtered, the dry, resinous logs were easily set ablaze, and soon great volumes of smoke rolled from the door, the window, and the chimney; and Skookum, standing afar, barked pleasantly aloud.
The hunters shouldered their packs and began the long, upward slope.

In an hour they had reached a high, rocky ridge.