Of that he was certain.

And why would not the Woongas penetrate beyond this mountain?
He had asked himself this question a score of times during the last twenty-four hours, in spite of the fact that both Mukoki and Wabigoon were quite satisfied that they were well out of the Woonga territory.
It was growing dusk when Wabi and the old Indian returned with the meat of the caribou.

No time was lost in preparing supper, for the hunters had decided that the next day's trail would begin with dawn and probably end with darkness, which meant that they would require all the rest they could get before then.

They were all eager to begin the winter's hunt.
That day Mukoki's eyes had glistened at each fresh track he encountered.
Wabi and Rod were filled with enthusiasm.

Even Wolf, now and then stretching his gaunt self, would nose the air with eager suspicion, as if longing for the excitement of the tragedies in which he was to play such an important part.
"If you can stand it," said Wabi, nodding at Rod over his caribou steak, "we won't lose a minute from now on.