Quickly he moved across the wilderness playground, now crimson with blood, unsheathed his knife, and dropped upon his knees close to the throat of the slain animal.
"I'll go down and give him a little help, Rod," said Wabi.

"Your legs are pretty sore, and it's a hard climb down there; so if you will keep up the fire, Mukoki and I will bring back the meat." During the next hour Rod busied himself with collecting firewood for the night and in practising with his snow-shoes.

He was astonished to find how swiftly and easily he could travel in them, and was satisfied that he could make twenty miles a day even as a tenderfoot.
Left to his own thoughts he found his mind recurring once more to the Woongas and Minnetaki.

Why was Wabi worried?
Inwardly he did not believe that it was a dream alone that was troubling him.

There was still some cause for fear.