Rod and Mukoki had each killed two, and Wabi three, when the old warrior stopped the fun.
"No waste too much shooting on ducks," he advised.

"Need shells--big game." Several times during the morning the three rested from their exertions, and at noon they ceased paddling for more than an hour while they ate the generous dinner that had been put up for them at Wabinosh House.

The farther side of the lake was now plainly visible, and when the journey was resumed all eyes eagerly sought for signs of the mouth of the Ombabika, where their stirring adventures of the winter before had begun.

For some time Wabi's gaze had been fixed upon a long, white rim along the shore, to which he now called his companions' attention.
"It seems to be moving," he said, turning to Mukoki.

"Is it possible--" He paused doubtfully.
"What ?" questioned Rod.
"That it's swans!" he completed.
"Swans!" cried the young hunter.