When he regained consciousness his eyes were first turned to the door,
which was still open, and through which he caught the white gleam of
the snow. A hand was pressed gently upon his face.

"Rod--"

Minnetaki spoke in a whisper, a whisper that trembled with gladness,
with relief. Rod smiled. Weakly he lifted a hand and touched the
sweet, white face above him.

"I'm glad to see you--Minnetaki--" he breathed.

The girl quickly put a cup of cold water to his lips.

"You mustn't try to move," she said softly, her eyes glowing. "It
isn't a very bad wound, and I've dressed it nicely. But you mustn't
move--or talk--or it may begin bleeding again."

"But I'm so glad to see you, Minnetaki," persisted the youth. "You
don't know how disappointed I was to find you gone when we returned to
Wabinosh House from our hunting trip. Wabi and Mukoki--"

"Sh-h-h-h!"

Minnetaki placed her hand upon his lips.

"You must keep quiet, Roderick. Don't you know how curious I am to
know how you are here? But you must not tell me--now. Let me do the
talking. Will you? Please!"