Suddenly, Wabi paused, threw his rifle to his shoulder, and fired.
A few yards ahead a huge white rabbit kicked in his death struggles in the snow.
"If we do reach the chasm Mukoki must have something to eat," he said.
"We'll reach it!" gasped Rod.

"We'll reach it! There's the woods.

We go down there!" They almost ran, with Mukoki's snow-shod feet dragging between them, and five minutes later they were carrying the half-unconscious Indian down the steep side of the mountain.

At its foot Wabi turned, and his eyes flashed with vengeful hatred.
"Now, you devils!" he shouted up defiantly.

"Now!" Mukoki aroused himself for a few moments and Rod helped him back to the shelter of the chasm wall.