See wolf-tracks on red deer trail.

No shot." This was as much of the history of Mukoki's night on the trail as the boys could secure, but during their breakfast Wabi shot another glance at Rod, and as Mukoki left the table for a moment to close the damper in the stove he found an opportunity to whisper: "See if I'm not right.

He will choose the mountain trail." When their companion returned, he said: "We had better split up this morning, hadn't we, Muky?
It looks to me as though there are two mighty good lines for traps--one over the hill, where that creek leads off through the range of ridges to the east, and the other along the creek which runs through the hilly plains to the north.

What do you think of it ?" "Good" agreed the old hunter.

"You two go north--I take ridges." "No, you and I will take the ridges and Wabi will go north alone," amended Rod quickly.