"Nice fat lynx shot well in face.

No look like bad man Woonga to Mukoki!" When Rod finally emerged from his den to join the others his face was flushed and wore what Wabi described as a "sheepish grin." "It's all right for you fellows to make fun of me," he declared.

"But what if they had been Woongas?
By George, if we're ever attacked again I won't do a thing.

I'll let you fellows fight 'em off!" In spite of the general merriment at his expense, Rod was immensely proud of his first lynx.

It was an enormous creature of its kind, drawn by hunger to the scraps of the camp-fire feast; and it was this animal, as it cautiously inspected the camp, that the young hunter had heard crunching in the snow.