Noel and Mooka 
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come back on same trail. He jus’ like Injun, like um 
old camp best. Oh, yes, sartin we see um again.” But 
Noel’s eyes looked far away as he spoke, and in his 
heart he was thinking of his bow and his long arrow 
with the sharp point, and of a moonlit night with white 
shapes flitting noiselessly over the snow and scratching 
at the door of the little cabin. 
