Both Wabi and Rod gradually recovered from their nervous excitement.

The thought of gold gradually faded from their minds; the joy and exhilaration of the "hunt life" filled them more and more.

Mukoki set to work cutting fresh cedars for the floor; the two boys scoured every log with water from the lake and afterward gathered several bushels of moss for refilling the chinks.
That evening supper was cooked on the sheet-iron "section stove" which they had brought on the toboggan, and which was set up where the ancient stove of flat stones had tumbled into ruin.

By candle-light the work of "rechinking" with moss progressed rapidly.

Wabi was constantly bursting into snatches of wild Indian song, Rod whistled until his throat was sore and Mukoki chuckled and grunted and talked with constantly increasing volubility.