"I don't believe that our gold has been found.

It is in the heart of the wildest country on the continent, and surely if such a rich find had been made we would have heard something about it at Wabinosh House or Kenegami, which are the nearest points of supply." "Or, if it was found, the discoverer is dead," added Rod.
"Yes." In the stern, Mukoki nodded and grunted his conviction.
"Dead," he repeated.
The Ombabika had now become narrow and violent.

Against its swift current the canoe made but little headway, and at noon Mukoki announced that the river journey was at an end.

For a few moments Rod did not recognize where they had landed.

Then he gave a sudden cry of glad surprise.
"Why, this is where we had supper that night after our terrible adventure on the river last winter," he exclaimed.
From far off there came faintly to his ears a low, rumbling thunder.
"Listen! That's the river rushing through the break in the mountain where we walked the edge of the precipice!" Wabi shrugged his shoulders at the memory of that fearful night and its desperate race to escape from the Woonga country.
"We've got to do the same thing again, only this time it will be in daylight." "Long portage," said Mukoki.