"He won't shoot.

But--" "We may have to," replied Rod.

"That will be up to you and me, Wabi.
We must use judgment, and unless it's a case of life or death--" "Ugh!" shuddered the young Indian.
"If he doesn't discover our presence to-night we will get out of his way to-morrow," continued Rod.

"No fire--no talking.

We must be as still as death!" For some time after their outfit was concealed among the rocks Wabigoon sat with his mouth close to the old pathfinder's ear.