"Are you hit--bad ?" Mukoki staggered, but caught himself.
"In here," he said, putting a hand to his left shoulder.

"She--no--bad." He smiled, courage gleaming with pain in his eyes, and swung off the light pack of furs.

"We give 'em--devil--here!" Crouching, they peered over the edge of the hill.

Half a dozen Woongas had already left the cedars and were following swiftly across the open.
Others broke from the cover, and Wabi saw that a number of them were without snow-shoes.

He exultantly drew Mukoki's attention to this fact, but the latter did not lift his eyes.