Twice they set fox traps where there were evident signs of runways; in a wild ravine, strewn with tumbled trees and masses of rock, they struck a lynx track and set a trap for him at each end of the ravine; but even during these operations Mukoki's interest was divided.

The hunters now walked abreast, about fifty yards apart, Rod never forging a foot ahead of the cautious Mukoki.

Suddenly the youth heard a low call and he saw his companion beckoning to him with frantic enthusiasm.
"Wolf!" whispered Mukoki as Rod joined him.
In the snow were a number of tracks that reminded Rod of those made by a dog.
"T'ree wolf!" continued the Indian jubilantly.

"Travel early this morning.

Somewhere in warm sun on mountain!" They followed now in the wolf trail.