The warmth of the liquid put new life into the famished Indian youth.

He drank slowly of it at first, then eagerly, and when he had finished the cup he made an effort to sit up.
"I'll take another," he said faintly.

"It's mighty good!" He drank the second cup with even greater relish.

Then he sat bolt upright, stretched out his arms, and with his companion's assistance staggered to his feet.

His bloodshot eyes burned with a strange excitement as he looked at Rod.
"I was afraid--I wouldn't--catch you!" "What is it, Wabi?
What has happened?
You say--Minnetaki--" "Has been captured by the Woongas.