And with that same nameless fear always close behind him, urging him on with its terrors, he sped back over the trail that he had followed that day, nor for an instant did he stop to rest until he came to the camp-fire of Rod and Wabigoon.
Usually an Indian hides his fears; he conceals them as a white man does his sins.

But to-night Mukoki's experience had passed beyond the knowledge of his race, and he told of what had happened, trembling still, cringing when a great white rabbit darted close to the fire.
Rod and Wabi listened to him in mute astonishment.
"Could it have been a Woonga ?" asked Wabi.
"No Woonga," replied the old warrior quickly, shaking his head.
"Woonga no mak' noise lak that!" He drew away from the fire, wrapped himself in a blanket, and crept into the shelter that Rod and Wabigoon had built.

The two boys looked at each other in silence.
"Muky has certainly had some most extraordinary adventure," said Wabi at last.

"I have never seen him like this before.

It is easy to guess the meaning of the shot.