Rod, following their example, dropped his small pack beside that of the old Indian, and Wolf, straining at his babeesh thong, gazed with eager eyes into the hollow as though he, too, knew that it was to be their winter home.
Wabi broke the silence.
"How is that, Muky ?" he asked.
Mukoki chuckled with unbounded satisfaction.
"Ver' fine.

No get bad wind--never see smoke--plenty wood--plenty water." Relieved of their burdens, and leaving Wolf tied to the toboggan, the hunters made their way down to the lake.

Hardly had they reached its edge when Wabi halted with a startled exclamation and pointed into the forest on the opposite side.
"Look at that!" A hundred yards away, almost concealed among the trees, was a cabin.
Even from where they stood they could see that it was deserted.

Snow was drifted high about it.

No chimney surmounted its roof.