THE YELLOW BULLET Before a rousing fire of logs Rod and Wabigoon began to see the cheerful side of life again, and as soon as Mukoki had built them a balsam shelter they stripped off their clothes and wrapped themselves in blankets, while the old Indian dried their outfits.

It was two hours before they were dressed.

No sooner were they out than Wabi went into the bush and returned a few minutes later brandishing a good-sized birch in his hand.

There was no sign of humor in his face as he eyed Rod.
"Do you see that log ?" he said, pointing to the big trunk of a fallen tree near the fire "That will just fit your stomach, Rod.

It will be better than kicking.