That night the two feasted on fresh meat.
It was their fifth day in the valley when they came to a break in the western wall of the range, and through this break flowed a stream that was very much like the Stikine, broad and shallow and ribboned with shifting bars of sand.

David made up his mind that it must be the Firepan, and he could feel his pulse quicken as he started up it with Baree.

He must be quite near to Tavish's cabin, if it had not been destroyed.

Even if it had been burned on account of the plague that had infested it, he would surely discover the charred ruins of it.

It was three o'clock when he started up the creek, and he was--inwardly--much agitated.