RODERICK EXPLORES THE CHASM To Rod the blazing pine seemed to be but a short distance away--a mile, perhaps a little more.

In the silence of the two Indians as they contemplated the strange fire he read an ominous meaning.

In Mukoki's eyes was a dull sullen glare, not unlike that which fills the orbs of a wild beast in a moment of deadly anger.

Wabi's face was filled with an eager flush, and three times, Rod observed, he turned eyes strangely burning with some unnatural passion upon Mukoki.
Slowly, even as the instincts of his race had aroused the latent, brutish love of slaughter and the chase in the tamed wolf, the long smothered instincts of these human children of the forest began to betray themselves in their bronzed countenances.

Rod watched, and he was thrilled to the soul.