His face had softened, and for the second time Rod knew that he had touched the heartstrings of his red comrade.

They returned to the fire, and Wabi made room for them upon the log beside him.

In his hand he held a copy of the old birch-bark map.
"I've been thinking about this all day," he said, spreading it out so that the others could see.

"Somehow I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head that--" "What ?" asked Rod.
"Oh, nothing," hastily added Wabi, as if he regretted what he had said.

"It's a mighty curious map, isn't it?
I wonder if we'll ever know its whole story." "I believe we know it now," declared Rod.