A few moments before he had seen Minnetaki as plainly as though she had been with him there beside the fire; he fancied that he might almost have sent a bullet through the Indian's chief face as he reached out his long arms toward the girl.
He stirred the fire again, awakened one of the dogs to keep him company, and then went in to lie down between Mukoki and Wabigoon in an attempt at slumber.

During the hours that followed he secured only short snatches of sleep.

He dreamed, dreamed constantly of Minnetaki whenever he lost consciousness.

Now he saw her before the fire, as he had seen her in his vision; again, she was struggling in the Woonga's powerful grasp.

At one time the strife between the two--the young girl and the powerful savage--became terrible for him to behold, and at last he saw the Indian catch her in his arms and disappear into the blackness of the forest.
This time when he wakened Rod made no further effort to sleep.