Then came Wabigoon's voice, as he stirred the coals and added fresh fuel.
"Yes, it was Rod.

This is the map he found, Minnetaki." He kneeled close beside his sister and drew forth his copy of the precious secret which the skeletons had guarded.

With a little cry of excitement the girl took the map in her hands, and step by step, adventure by adventure, was gone over the thrilling story of the Wolf Hunters, until the late hours of night had changed into the first of morning.

Twice did Minnetaki insist on having repeated to her the story of Rod's wild adventure in the mysterious chasm, and when he came to the terrors of that black night and its strange sounds Rod felt a timid little hand come close to him, and as Wabigoon continued the narration, and told of the map in the skeleton hand, and of the tale of murder and tragedy it revealed, Minnetaki's breath came in quick, tense eagerness.
"And you are going back in the spring ?" she asked.
"In the spring," replied Rod.
Again Wabigoon urged Rod, as he had done at the Post, to send down to civilization for his mother instead of going for her himself.

Time would be saved, he argued.