Did you have anything left over from your dinner on the trail to-day ?" Rod unstrapped the small pack in which the hunters carried their food while on the trail, and which had been upon his shoulders since noon.
"There is a double handful of coffee, a cupful of tea, plenty of salt and a little bread," he said.
"Good! Few enough supplies for three people in this kind of a wilderness--but they'll save Mukoki!" Wabi went back, while Rod, sheltered behind a rock, watched the narrow incline into the chasm.

He almost hoped the Woongas would dare to attempt a descent, for he was sure that he and Wabi would have them at a terrible disadvantage and with their revolvers and three rifles could inflict a decisive blow upon them before they reached the bottom.

But he saw no sign of their enemies.

He heard no sound from above, yet he knew that the outlaws were very near--only waiting for the protecting darkness of night.
He heard the crackling of Wabi's fire and the odor of coffee came to him; and Wabi, assured that their presence was known to the Woongas, began whistling cheerily.

In a few minutes he rejoined Rod behind the rock.
"They will attack us as soon as it gets good and dark," he said coolly.
"That is, if they can find us.