He had buried his hand deep among them, and when he rose be made a sign toward Rod's watch.
"Eight o'clock, Mukoki." "Woonga here las' night," declared the old Indian slowly.

"Leave camp four hour ago!" What did it mean?
Had Minnetaki been hurt, so dangerously hurt that her captors had not dared to move her?
Rod asked himself no more questions.

But he was trembling.

And Mukoki and Wabigoon went on with strange, unnatural faces and breathed not the whisper of a word between them.

The mystery was beyond them all.
But one thing they realized, whatever had happened they were close upon the heels of the savages.