"We'll camp here--unless you leave me behind!" Mukoki, tireless to the last, had already found an ax.
"No rest now," he warned, "Too tired! You rest now--build no camp.
Build camp--then rest!" "You're right, Muky," cried Wabi, jumping to his feet with forced enthusiasm.

"If I sit down for five minutes I'll fall asleep.

Rod, you build a fire.

Muky and I will make the shelter." In less than half an hour the balsam bough shelter was complete, and in front of it roared a fire that sent its light and heat for twenty paces round.

From farther back in the forest the three dragged several small logs, and no sooner had they been added to the flames than both Mukoki and Wabigoon wrapped themselves in their furs and burrowed deep into the sweet-scented balsam under the shelter.