Rod at once joined him, leaving Wabi to wash the dishes.
They were shortly within view of the trap-houses near the creek.
Instinctively the eyes of both rested upon these houses and neither gave very close attention to the country ahead or about them.

As a result both were exceedingly startled when they heard a huge snort and a great crunching in the deep snow close beside them.

From out of a small growth of alders had dashed a big bull moose, who was now tearing with the speed of a horse up the hillside toward the hidden camp, evidently seeking the quick shelter of the dip.
"Wait heem git top of hill!" shouted Mukoki, swinging his rifle to his shoulder.

"Wait!" It was a beautiful shot and Rod was tempted to ignore the old Indian's advice.

But he knew that there was some good reason for it, so he held his trembling finger.