"It puzzles me why they didn't kill us.

They had half a dozen chances to shoot us, but didn't seem to want to do us any great injury.

Either the measures taken at the Post are making them reform, or--" He paused, a troubled look in his eyes.

Immediately Mukoki told of his own experience and of the mysterious haste of the three Indians who had slain the doe.
"It is certainly curious," rejoined the young Indian.

"They couldn't have been the ones we met, but I'll wager they belong to the same gang.
I wouldn't be surprised if we had hit upon one of Woonga's retreats.
We've always thought he was in the Thunder Bay regions to the west, and that is where father is watching for him now.