“Wouldn’t that madman have fun if he found us now!” he whispered.

Mukoki was traveling slowly around the rock walls.  The space in which they were confined was not more than fifty feet in diameter, and there was not even a crack by means of which a squirrel might have found exit.  The prison was perfect.  The old pathfinder came back and sat down with a grunt.

“We might as well have supper and a good sleep,” suggested Rod, who was hungry.  “Surely we need fear no attack from beast or man to-night!”

At least there was this consolation, and the gold hunters ate a hearty meal of cold bear meat and prepared for slumber.  The night was unusually warm, and both Mukoki and Wabigoon hung out their wet clothes to dry while they slept in their blankets.  Rod did not open his eyes again until Wabi awakened him in the morning.  Both Indians were dressed and it was evident that they had been up for some time.  When Rod went to the water to wash himself he was surprised to find all of their supplies repacked in the canoe, as though their journey was about to be resumed immediately after breakfast, and when he returned to where Mukoki and Wabigoon had placed their food on a flat stone in the center of what he had regarded as their prison, he observed that both of his companions were in an unusually cheerful frame of mind.

“Looks as though you expected to get out of here pretty soon,” he said, nodding toward the canoe.

“So we do!” responded Wabi.  “We’re going to take a swim through the whirlpool!”

He laughed at the incredulity in Rod’s face.

“That is, we’re going to navigate along the edge of it,” he amended.  “Muky and I have tied together every bit of rope and strap in our outfit, even to our gun-slings, and we’ve got a piece about eighty feet long.  We’ll show you how to use it after breakfast.”

It took but a few minutes to dispose of the rather unappetizing repast of cold bear meat, biscuits and water.  Wabi then led the way to the extreme edge of the great rock which formed the eastern wall of their prison, waded in the water to his knees, and directed Rod’s gaze to a point of land jutting out into the stream about sixty feet beyond the rock.

“If we can reach that,” explained Wabi, “we can portage around the rest of the whirlpool to the main channel.  The water is very deep along the edge of this rock, but the undertow doesn’t seem to have any great force.  I believe that we can make it.  The experiment won’t be a dangerous one at any rate.”

The canoe was now dragged to the edge of the rock and launched, Mukoki taking his place in the stern while Wabigoon placed Rod a little ahead of the midship rib.

“You must paddle on your left side, every minute and as fast as you can,” advised the young Indian.  “I am to remain behind, holding one end of this rope, so that if you are drawn toward the maelstrom I can pull you back.  Understand?”