For another two hours he followed the creek, drinking frequently.

Then came the _sapoos oowin_--six hours after he had left the clay wallow.

The kinnikinic berries, the soap berries, the jackpine pitch, the spruce and balsam needles, and the water he had drunk, all mixed in his stomach in one big compelling dose, brought it about--and Thor felt tremendously better, so much better that for the first time he turned and growled back in the direction of his enemies.

His shoulder still hurt him, but his sickness was gone.
For many minutes after the _sapoos oowin_ he stood without moving, and many times he growled.

The snarling rumble deep in his chest had a new meaning now.