"You can tend to that," he added.

"I go see traps." Rod, who had awakened and overheard these last remarks, called out from the shack: "Wait a minute, Mukoki.

I'm going with you.

If you've got a wolf, I want to see him." "Got one sure 'nuff," grinned the old Indian.
In a few minutes Rod came out, fully dressed and with a much healthier color in his face than when he went to bed the preceding night.

He stood before the fire, stretched one arm then the other, gave a slight grimace of pain, and informed his anxious comrades that he seemed to be as well as ever, except that his arm and side were very sore.
Walking slowly, that Rod might "find himself," as Wabi expressed it, the two went up the river.