Wolf, whose instinct had told him what a mix-up would mean, had slunk into his shelter without betraying his whereabouts to this arch-enemy of his tribe.
With the craft of his race, Mukoki was skinning the animal while it was still warm.
"You go back bed," he said to his companions.

"I build big fire again--then sleep." The excitement of his adventure at least freed Rod from the unpleasantness of further dreams, and it was late the following morning before he awoke again.

He was astonished to find that a beautiful sun was shining.

Wabi and the old Indian were already outside preparing breakfast, and the cheerful whistling of the former assured Rod that there was now little to be feared from the Woongas.

Without lingering to take a beauty nap he joined them.
Everywhere about them lay white winter.