information induced me to say, "What are these little white cords,
which are cut through?"

"They are the sinews and tendons," replied he, "by which we are
enabled to move our hands and fingers; now these are cut through, I
shall not have the use of my hand again."

"Stop a moment," said I, rising up, "I have just thought of
something." I ran down to the point where the chest lay, took a shirt
from the rock, and brought it back with me, and tearing it into
strips, I bandaged the wound.

"Where did you get that linen?" said Jackson.

I told him.

"And you got the knife there, too," said he, with a sigh. I replied
in the affirmative.

As soon as I had finished, he told me he was much easier, and said,

"I thank you."

"What is I thank you?" replied I.

"It means that I am grateful for what you have done."

"And what is grateful?" inquired I again. "You never said those
words to me before."