ON THE TRAIL OF THE WOONGAS The cries came nearer, interspersed with the cracking of Mukoki's whip as he urged on the few lagging dogs that Wabi had left with him upon the trail.

In another moment the old warrior and his team burst into view and both of the young hunters hurried to meet him.

A glance showed Rod that a little longer and Mukoki would have dropped in his tracks, as Wabi had done.

The two led their faithful comrade to the heap of bearskins on the mail sled and made him sit there while fresh soup was being made.
"You catch heem," grinned Mukoki joyously.

"You catch heem--queek!" "And pretty nearly killed himself doing it, Muky," added Rod.