And for another hour after that the former found it impossible to sleep.

He wondered where Mukoki was--wondered what he was doing, and how in his strange madness he found his way in the trackless wilderness.
When he finally fell asleep it was to dream of the Indian mother and her child; only after a little there was no child, and the woman changed into Minnetaki, and the ravenous wolves into men.

From this unpleasant picture he was aroused by a series of prods in his side, and opening his eyes he beheld Wabi in his blankets a yard away, pointing over and beyond him and nodding his head.

Rod looked, and caught his breath.
There was Mukoki--peeling potatoes! "Hello, Muky!" he shouted.
The old Indian looked up with a grin.

His face bore no signs of his mad night on the trail.