For a full minute he remained poised there, as motionless as a stone, as silent as death.
Then, very slowly--inch by inch, as though afraid of awakening a sleeping person, he lowered himself to the ground.

When he turned toward the young hunters it was with an expression that Rod had never seen upon Mukoki's face before.
"What is it, Mukoki ?" The old Indian gasped, as if for fresh air.
"Cabin--she filled with twent' t'ousand dead men!" he replied.
[Illustration: "Knife--fight--heem killed!"].