is left
side just back of the fore leg a chunk of flesh half as big as my hand
has been torn away. We caught Wolf in a lynx trap, Mukoki and I. He
wasn't much more than a whelp then--about six months old, Mukoki said.
And while he was in the trap, helpless and unable to defend himself,
three or four of his lovely tribe jumped upon him and tried to kill him
for breakfast. We hove in sight just in time to drive the cannibals off.
We kept Wolf, sewed up his side and throat, tamed him--and to-morrow
night you will see how Mukoki has taught him to get even with his
people."

It was two hours later when Rod and Wabigoon extinguished the candles
and returned to their blankets. And for another hour after that the
former found it impossible to sleep. He wondered where Mukoki
was--wondered what he was doing, and how in his strange madness he found
his way in the trackless wilderness.

When he finally fell asleep it was to dream of the Indian mother and her
child; only after a little there was no child, and the woman changed
into Minnetaki, and the ravenous wolves into men. From this unpleasant
picture he was aroused by a series of prods in his side, and opening his
eyes he beheld Wabi in his blankets a yard away, pointing over and
beyond him and nodding his head. Rod looked, and caught his breath.

There was Mukoki--peeling potatoes!

"Hello, Muky!" he shouted.

The old Indian looked up with a grin. His face bore no signs of his mad
night on the trail. He nodded cheerfully and proceeded with the
preparation of breakfast as though he had just risen from his blankets
after a long night's rest.

"Better get up," he advised. "Big day's hunt. Much fine sunshine to-day.
Find wolves on mountain--plenty wolves!"

The boys tumbled from their blankets and began dressing.

"What time did you get in?" asked Wabi.

"Now," replied Mukoki, pointing to the hot stove and the peeled
potatoes. "Just make fire good."

Wabi gave Rod a suggestive look as the old Indian bent over the stove.

"What were you doing last night?" he questioned.

"Big moon--might get shot," grunted Mukoki. "See lynx on hill. See
wolf-tracks on red deer trail. No shot."

This was as much of the history of Mukoki's night on the trail as the
boys could secure, but during their breakfast Wabi shot another glance
at Rod, and as Mukoki left the table for a moment to close the damper in
the stove he found an opportunity to whisper:

"See if I'm not right. He will