Mukoki had completely disappeared in the white, brilliant vastness of the wilderness that stretched away at his feet.
When Wabi returned to the cabin Rod had a fire roaring in the stove.

He seated himself beside it, holding out a pair of hands blue with cold.
"Ugh! It's an awful night!" he shivered.
He laughed across at Rod, a little uneasily, but with the old light back in his eyes.

Suddenly he asked: "Did Minnetaki ever tell you--anything--queer--about Mukoki, Rod ?" "Nothing more than you have told me yourself." "Well, once in a great while Mukoki has--not exactly a fit, but a little mad spell! I have never determined to my own satisfaction whether he is really out of his head or not.

Sometimes I think he is and sometimes I think he is not.

But the Indians at the Post believe that at certain times he goes crazy over wolves." "Wolves!" exclaimed Rod.
"Yes, wolves.