He wondered if Minnetaki would be very glad to see him.

He knew that she would be glad--but how glad?
Two days more were spent in circling the lower end of the lake.

Then their trail turned northward, and on the second evening after this, as the cold red sun was sinking in all that heatless glory of the great North's day-end, they came out upon a forest-clad ridge and looked down upon the House of Wabinosh.
And as they looked--and as the burning disk of the sun, falling down and down behind forest, mountain and plain, bade its last adieu to the land of the wild, there came to them, strangely clear and beautiful, the notes of a bugle.
And Wabi, listening, grew rigid with wonder.

As the last notes died away the cheers that had been close to his lips gave way to the question, "What does that mean ?" "A bugle!" said Rod.
As he spoke there came to their ears the heavy, reverberating boom of a big gun.
"If I'm not mistaken," he added, "that is a sunset salute.

I didn't know you had--soldiers--at the Post!" "We haven't," replied the Indian youth.