It was evident that Mukoki had been traveling hard, for only once or twice before in his life had Wabi seen him so completely fatigued.

Quickly the young Indian had a huge steak broiling over the fire, and Rod put an extra handful of coffee in the pot.
"Fifty miles!" ejaculated Wabi for the twentieth time.

"It was an awful jaunt, wasn't it, Muky ?" "Rough--rough like devil th'ough mountains," replied Mukoki.

"Not like that!" He swung an arm in the direction of the chasm.
Rod stood silent, open-eyed with wonder.

Was it possible that the old warrior had discovered a wilder country than that through which he had passed in the chasm?
"She little fall," went on Mukoki, brightening as the odor of coffee and meat filled his nostrils.