The lettering on the rim was still very distinct.

He read ".35 Rem." "Why, that's--" "A shell from Rod's gun!" For a few moments Rod and Mukoki stared at the young Indian in blank amazement.
"It's a .35 caliber Remington," continued Wabi, "and it's an auto-loading shell.

There are only three guns like that in this country.

I've got one, Mukoki has another--and you lost the third in your fight with the Woongas!" The venison had begun to burn, and Mukoki quickly transferred it to the table.

Without a word the three sat down to their meal.
"That means the Woongas are on our trail," declared Rod presently.
"That is what I have been trying to reason out all the afternoon," replied Wabi.