at last they got hold of his arms, tugged, rested, tugged again,
and finally managed to help him to a dry place, still under the
willows, where he could lie more at ease. Jean carried water in
his cap with which they washed the wound and the stolid savage
face. Then Alice tore up her cotton apron, in which she had hoped
to bear home a load of lilies, and with the strips bound the wound
very neatly. It took a long time, during which the Indian remained
silent and apparently quite indifferent.

Long-Hair was a man of superior physique, tall, straight, with the
muscles of a Vulcan; and while he lay stretched on the ground half
clad and motionless, he would have been a grand model for an
heroic figure in bronze. Yet from every lineament there came a
strange repelling influence, like that from a snake. Alice felt
almost unbearable disgust while doing her merciful task; but she
bravely persevered until it was finished.

It was now late in the afternoon, and the sun would be setting
before they could reach home.

"We must hurry back, Jean," Alice said, turning to depart. "It
will be all we can do to reach the other side in daylight. I'm
thinking that they'll be out hunting for us too, if we don't move
right lively. Come."

She gave the Indian another glance when she had taken but a step.
He grunted and held up something in his hand--something that shone
with a dull yellow light. It was a small, oval, gold locket which
she had always worn in her bosom. She sprang and snatched it from
his palm.