No hit bone.

No bleed--much." From behind Rod could see that Mukoki's coat was showing a growing blotch of red.
"Are you sure--you can reach the chasm ?" "Yes." In proof of his assertion the wounded Indian rose to his feet and approached the pack of furs.

Wabi was ahead of him, and placed it upon his own shoulders.
"You and Rod lead the way," he said.

"You two know where to find the opening into the chasm.

I've never been there." Mukoki started down the hill, and Rod, close behind, could hear him breathing heavily; there was no longer fear for himself in his soul, but for that grim faithful warrior ahead, who would die in his tracks without a murmur and with a smile of triumph and fearlessness on his lips..