THE MYSTERIOUS SHOT For many minutes the two stood silently gazing into the North.

At their feet spread the broad plain where Mukoki had killed the caribou while they watched him from the plateau; beyond that were the dense stretches of forest, broken here and there by other plains and meadows, and a dozen lakes glistened in the red tints of the setting sun.

When Rod first looked upon that country a few months before it was a world of ice and snow, a cold, dazzling panorama of white that reached from where he stood to the Pole.

Now it was wakening under the first magic touch of spring.

Far away the two young gold hunters caught a glimmer of the stream which they were to follow up to the chasm.