"He run when fight begin.

Shot in back while heem run!" He pointed into the cold depths of the forest.
"No sun there! Follow trail easy!" There was no uneasiness in Mukoki's manner now.

His eyes gleamed, but it was with the fire of battle and resolution, not with excitement.
Once before Rod had seen that look in the old warrior's face, when they two had fought to save Wabigoon's life as they were now about to fight to save Minnetaki.

And he knew what it meant.

Cautiously they penetrated the forest, their eyes and ears alert, and, as Mukoki had predicted, the trail of the retreating savages was quite distinct.
They had taken both of the captured sledges, and Rod knew that on one of these Minnetaki was being carried.