It was Woonga, the outlaw chief! He was talking, his red face was fiendish, he stretched out a hand! With a cry that startled the dogs Rod sprang to his feet.

He was shivering as if in a chill.

Had he dreamed?
Or was it something more than a dream?
He thought of the vision that had come to him weeks before in the mysterious chasm, the vision of the dancing skeletons, and which had revealed the secret of the old cabin and the lost gold.
In vain he tried to shake off his nervousness and his fear.

Why had Woonga reached out his hands for Minnetaki?
He worked to free himself of the weight that had fallen on him, stirred the fire until clouds of sparks shot high up into the gloom of the trees, and added new fuel.
Then he sat down again, and for the twentieth time since leaving Wabinosh House drew from his pocket the map that was to have led them on their search for gold when he returned with his mother.

It was a vision that had guided him to the discovery of this precious map, and the knowledge of it made him more uneasy now.