"Go back and eat and drink, and build the fire up high.

Don't mind me when I shoot.

I am going to fire just to let the Woongas know we are on guard, and after that we'll hustle for that break in the mountain." Rod found Mukoki with a chunk of rabbit in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

The wounded Indian smiled with something like the old light in his eyes and a mighty load was lifted from Rod's heart.
"You're better ?" he asked.
"Fine!" replied Mukoki.

"No much hurt.