He found a nook between great masses of rock, almost clear of snow, and left him there while he hurried back to Wabigoon.
"You stand on guard here, Rod," said the latter.

"We must cook that rabbit and get some life back into Mukoki.

I think he has stopped bleeding, but I am going to look again.

The wound isn't fatal, but it has weakened him.

If we can get something hot into him I believe he will be able to walk again.