For a few moments the two boys looked at each other in silence, neither attempting to conceal the lack of favor with which Mukoki's suggestion was received.

But Wabi was too wise openly to oppose the old pathfinder.

If Mukoki said that it was dangerous for them to remain where they were during the night--well, it was dangerous, and it would be foolish of him to dispute it.

He knew Mukoki to be the greatest hunter of his tribe, a human bloodhound on the trail, and what he said was law.

So with a cheerful grin at Rod, who needed all the encouragement that could be given to him, Wabi began the readjustment of the pack which he had flung from his shoulders a few minutes before.
"Mountain not ver' far.