Across his knees, ready for instant use, was wabi's repeating rifle.
For some reason that wabi could not explain the hunt-pack had ceased to give tongue.
wabi dropped the knife with which he was cutting the bread and went to the pack.
wabi replied with a whoop of pleasure and fired his gun into the air.
"No, you and I will take the ridges and wabi will go north alone," amended Rod quickly.
wabi discovered him at this task when he awoke from his slumber.
Hardly had they reached its edge when wabi halted with a startled exclamation and pointed into the forest on the opposite side.
wabi rose to his feet, his face showing the keenness of his disappointment.
When wabi ran back he found Rod flattened out, face downward, and Mukoki entangled in his site harness on top of him.
"Muky has been here before," cried wabi close up to Rod's ear.