Back at the old cabin they had declared war upon the Woongas.

Both Mukoki and Wabigoon had slipped the leashes that had long restrained them from meting first vengeance upon their enemies.

Now the opportunity had come.

For five minutes the great pine blazed, and then died away until it was only a smoldering tower of light.

Still Mukoki gazed, speechless and grim, out into the distance of the night.
At last Wabi broke the silence.
"How far away is it, Muky ?" "T'ree mile," answered the old warrior without hesitation.
"We could make it in forty minutes." "Yes." Wabi turned to Rod.
"You can find your way back to camp alone, can't you ?" he asked.
"Not if you're going over there!" declared the white boy.