One of these was love for Minnetaki; the other was love for Wabigoon.

And there was only one other thing that could take the place of these, and that was merciless, undying, savage passion--passion at any wrong or injury that might be done to them.

The Woongas had sneaked upon Wabi.

He knew that.

They had caught him unaware, like cowards; and perhaps he was dead--and in those ruins! He searched until his feet were scorched and burned in a score of places, and then he came out, smoke-blackened, but with some of the terrible look gone out of his face.
"He no there!" he said, speaking for the first time.
Again he crouched beside the dead man, and grimaced at Rod with a triumphant, gloating chuckle.
"Much dead!" he grinned.
In a moment the grimace had gone from his face, and while Rod still rested he continued his examination of the camp.