"They'll freeze, an' we can skin them when we want." That night the starved wolf dogs gorged themselves till they could not rise from the snow.

Likewise the Yellow Knives feasted.

How long the ten reindeer might have served the wasteful tribe, Rea and Jones never found out.

The next day two Indians arrived with dog-trains, and their advent was hailed with another feast, and a pow-wow that lasted into the night.
"Guess we're goin' to get rid of our blasted hungry neighbors," said Rea, coming in next morning with the water pail, "An' I'll be durned, Buff, if I don't believe them crazy heathen have been told about you.
Them Indians was messengers.

Grab your gun, an' let's walk over and see." The Yellow Knives were breaking camp, and the hunters were at once conscious of the difference in their bearing.