"Will you wait here ?" Mukoki grinned a nodding assent, and the youth darted into the edge of the forest.

He was breathless when he came up a hundred yards behind the girl, screened from view by the trees.

Softly he whistled.

It was a signal that Minnetaki had taught him on his first trip into the North, and he knew of only two who used it in all that Northland, and those two were the Indian maiden and himself.

The girl turned as she heard the trilling note, and Rod drew himself farther back.
He whistled again, more loudly than before, and Minnetaki came hesitatingly toward the forest's edge, and when he whistled a third time there came a timid response from her, as if she recognized and yet doubted the notes that floated to her from the shadows of the balsams.
Again Rod whistled, laughing as he drew a little farther back, and again Minnetaki answered, peering in among the trees.