But suddenly he caught sight of something that brought from him a guttural sound of astonishment.

A fifth track had joined the trail! Without questioning Rod knew what it meant.

Wabi had been lowered from the back of his captor and was now walking.

He was on snow-shoes and his strides were quite even and of equal length with the others.

Evidently he was not badly wounded.
Half a mile ahead of them was a high hill and between them and this hill was a dense growth of cedar, filled with tangled windfalls.