"Give me a lift on the arm, will you ?" With the Indian's arm about his waist, the two set off into the tamaracks.

Fifteen minutes later they came to the bank of a small frozen river.

On the opposite side of this, a hundred yards down, was a sight which both, as if by a common impulse, welcomed with a glad cry.

Close to the shore, sheltered by a dense growth of spruce, was a bright camp-fire.

In response to Wabi's far-reaching whoop a shadowy figure appeared in the glow and returned the shout.
"Mukoki!" cried the Indian.
"Mukoki!" laughed Rod, happy that the end was near.
Even as he spoke he swayed dizzily, and Wabi dropped his gun that he might keep his companion from falling into the snow..