But-- With a gasping, wordless cry Rod caught Mukoki's arm and pointed to an object lying in the snow a dozen yards from where the cabin had been.
The warrior had seen it.

He turned one look upon the white youth, and it was a look that Rod had never thought could come into the face of a human being.

If that was Wabi down there--if Wabi had been killed--what would Mukoki's vengeance be! His companion was no longer Mukoki--as he had known him; he was the savage.

There was no mercy, no human instinct, no suggestion of the human soul in that one terrible look.

If it was Wabi-- They plunged down the hill, into the dip, across the lake, and Mukoki was on his knees beside the figure in the snow.