"What--" "Making big fun!" chuckled Mukoki, drawing the boy closer to the rock that concealed them.
Wabi had thrust a finger in his mouth and now held it above his head, the Indian's truest guide for discovering the direction of the wind.

The lee side of his finger remained cold and damp, while that side upon which the breeze fell was quickly dried.
"The wind is toward us, Muky," he announced.

"There's a fine chance for a shot.

You go! Rod and I will stay here and watch you." Roderick heard--knew that Mukoki was creeping back to the camp for his rifle, but not for an instant did his spellbound eyes leave the spectacle below him.

Two other animals had joined those in the open.