On nearing the edge of the forest, Standing Wolf looked back over the lake they had just crossed, and beheld, far behind, a fire. Spelling the dogs just inside the timber screen, the Indians rested upon the sled and watched the flickering light upon the distant hill. It was blinking at irregular intervals. It was a signal fire. Their old friend, Ka-Kaik, was passing a blanket in front of the flames to spell a warning to them that the police had again set out upon their trail.
They resumed their journey at once. After a couple of hours' run, they halted in the heavy timber to infuse some tea. Refreshed, they again took to the road. Midnight saw them upon their old trail--the one they had made during their westward journey. The going was now easier, and they settled down to a steady pace. All night long they traveled. Dawn found them still under way. When they had reached the eastern shore of a lake some five miles wide, Standing Wolf bade the Caribou climb a neighboring hill to see if the police we