From far off there came faintly to his ears a low, rumbling thunder.

"Listen! That's the river rushing through the break in the mountain
where we walked the edge of the precipice!"

Wabi shrugged his shoulders at the memory of that fearful night and
its desperate race to escape from the Woonga country.

"We've got to do the same thing again, only this time it will be in
daylight."

"Long portage," said Mukoki. "Six mile. Carry everything."

"Until we reach the little creek in the plains beyond the mountain,
where you shot the caribou?" asked Rod.

"Yes," replied Wabigoon. "That little creek will now be a pretty husky
stream, and by hard work we can paddle up it until we come within
about eight miles of our old camp at the head of the chasm, where we
found the skeletons and the map."

"And from that point we shall have to carry our canoe and supplies
to the creek in the chasm," finished Rod. "And then--hurrah for the
gold!"

"Mak' old camp on mountain by night," said Mukoki.

Wabi broke into a happy laugh and thumped Rod on the back.