"Shall we get out our blankets ?" "We might as well make ourselves comfortable," replied the young Indian.

"You sit here, and listen while I undo the pack." He went noiselessly to Mukoki, who was leaning against the pack, and Rod could hear them fumbling at the straps on the bundle.

After a little Wabi returned and the two boys spread out their blankets beside the rock upon which they had been sitting.

But there was no thought of sleep in the mind of either, though both were dead tired from their long day's work.

They sat closer together, shoulder touching shoulder, and unknown to his companion Roderick drew his revolver, cocked it silently and placed it where he could feel the cold touch of its steel between his fingers.