eached camp.

Scarcely ten minutes were taken in eating breakfast. Snow was already
beginning to fall, and if the hunters took up their trail at once their
tracks would undoubtedly be entirely obliterated by midday, which was
the best possible thing that could happen for them in the Woonga
country. On the other hand, Wabi was anxious to follow back over the
wolf-trail before the snow shut it in. There was no danger of their
becoming separated and lost, for it was agreed that Rod and Mukoki
should travel straight up the frozen river. Wabi would overtake them
before nightfall.

Arming himself with his rifle, revolver, knife, and a keen-edged
belt-ax, the Indian boy lost no time in leaving camp. A quarter of an
hour later Wabi came out cautiously on the end of the lake where had
occurred the unequal duel between the old bull moose and the wolves. A
single glance told him what the outcome of that duel had been. Twenty
rods out upon the snow he saw parts of a great skeleton, and a huge pair
of antlers.

As he stood on the arena of the mighty battle, Wabi would have given a
great deal if Rod could have been with him. There lay the heroic old
moose, now nothing more than a skeleton. But the magnificent head and
horns still remained--the largest head that the Indian youth, in all his
wilderness life, had ever seen--and it occurred to him that if this head
could be preserved and taken back to civilization it would be worth a
hundred dollars or more. That the old bull had put up a magnificent
fight was easily discernible. Fifty feet away were the bones of a wolf,
and almost under the skeleton of the moose were those of another. The
heads of both still remained, and Wabi, after taking their scalps,
hurried on over the trail.

Half-way across the lake, where he had taken his last two shots, were
the skeletons of two more wolves, and in the edge of the spruce forest
he found another. This animal had evidently been wounded farther back
and had later been set upon by some of the pack and killed. Half a mile
deeper in the forest he came upon a spot where he had emptied five
shells into the pack and here he found the bones of two more wolves. He
had seven scalps in his possession when he turned back over the home
trail.

Beside the remains of the old bull Wabi paused again. He knew that the
Indians frequently preserved moose and caribou heads through the winter
by keeping them frozen, and the head at his feet was a prize worth som