About the rock was the silence of death, broken only faintly by the last gasping throes of the animals that lay dying in the snow.
In the trees there sounded the metallic clink of loading shells.
Wabi spoke first.
"I believe we did a good job, Mukoki!" Mukoki's reply was to slip down his tree.

The others followed, and hastened across to the rock.

Five bodies lay motionless in the snow.

A sixth was dragging himself around the side of the rock, and Mukoki attacked it with his belt-ax.

Still a seventh had run for a dozen rods, leaving a crimson trail behind, and when Wabi and Rod came up to it the animal was convulsed in its last dying struggles.
"Seven!" exclaimed the Indian youth.