Both men shook their heads in answer.

The savage struck his breast a sounding blow and with his index finger pointed at the white of the north, he shouted dramatically: "Naza! Naza! Naza!" He then leaped upon his sled, lashed his dogs into a run, and without looking back disappeared over a ridge.
The musk-ox hunters sat long silent.

Finally Rea shook his shaggy locks and roared.

"Ho! Ho! Jackoway out of wood! Jackoway out of wood! Jackoway out of wood!" On the day following the desertion, Jones found tracks to the north of the camp, making a broad trail in which were numerous little imprints that sent him flying back to get Rea and the dogs.

Muskoxen in great numbers had passed in the night, and Jones and Rea had not trailed the herd a mile before they had it in sight.