camp.

Richard spun around and gripped the Indian by the shoulders. "Then she
is alive and safe?" he burst out. "Speak, friend, whilst I leave the
breath in you to do it!"

"Ugh!" said the chief, in nowise moved either by Jennifer's vehemence or
by the dog-like shake. "What for Captain Jennif' think papoose thinks
'bout the Gray Wolf and poor Injun? Catch um white squaw _firs'_; _then_
blow um up Chelakee camp and catch um Captain Jennif' and Captain
Long-knife if can. Heap do firs' thing _firs'_, and las' thing _las'_.
Wah!"

It was the longest speech this devoted ally of ours was ever known to
make; and having made it he went dumb again save for his urgings of us
forward. But presently both he and I had our hands full with the poor
lad. The swift transition from despair to joy proved too much for Dick;
and, besides, the fever was in his blood and he was grievously burned.

So we went stumbling on through the cloud-darkened wood, locked arm in
arm like three drunken men, tripping over root snares and bramble nets
spread for our feet, and getting well sprinkled by the dripping foliage.
And at the last, when we reached the ravine at the valley's head, Dick
was muttering in the fever delirium and we were well-nigh carrying him a
dead weight between us.

'Twas a most heart-breaking business, getting the poor lad up that
rock-ladder of escape in the darkness; for though I had come out of the
fire with fewer burns than the roasting of me warranted, the battle
preceding it had opened the old sword wound in my shoulder. So, taking
it all in all, I was but a short-breathed second to the faithful
Catawba.

None the less, we tugged it through after some laborious fashion, and
were glad enough when the steep ascent gave place to leveler going, and
we could sniff the fragrance of the plateau pines and feel their
wire-like needles under foot.

By this the shower cloud had passed and the stars were coming out, but
it was still pitch black under the pines; so dark that I started like a
nervous woman and went near to panic when a horse snorted at my very
ear, and a voice, bodiless, as it seemed, said; "Well, now; the Lord be
praised! if here ain't the whole enduring--"

What Ephraim Yeates would have said, or did say, was lost upon me. For
now my poor Dick's strength was quite spent, and when the chief and I
were easing him to lie full length upon the ground, there was a quick
little cry out of the darkness, a swish of petti