Foot by foot the old warrior slunk along in the deep gloom toward the end of the rock.

Now he was almost there, now-- The young hunters saw him suddenly straighten.

There came to them a low chuckling grunt.

He bent over, seized an object, and flung it in the light of the fire.
"Heap big Woonga! Kill nice fat lynx!" With a wail, half feigned, half real, Rod flung himself back upon the balsam while Wabi set up a roar that made the night echo.

Mukoki's face was creased in a broad grin.
"Heap big Woonga--heem!" he repeated, chuckling.