; they will kill us!"

"Wait, now," said I. "They have not yet seen us. They may go away in
quite the other direction. Do not be alarmed."

We lay there looking at this unwelcome sight for some moments, but at
last I saw something which pleased me better.

The men among the horses stopped, looked, and began to hurry about,
began to lead up their horses, to gesticulate. Then, far off upon the
other side, I saw a blanket waving.

"It is the buffalo signal," I said to her. "They are going to hunt, and
their hunt will be in the opposite direction from us. That is good."

We crept back from the top of the ridge, and I asked her to bring me the
saddle blanket while I held the horse. This I bound fast around the
horse's head.

"Why do you blind the poor fellow?" she inquired, "He cannot eat, he
will starve. Besides, we ought to be getting away from here as fast as
we can."

"I tie up his head so that he cannot see, or smell, and so fall to
neighing to the other horses," I explained to her. "As to getting away,
our trail would show plainly on this wet ground. All the trail we left
yesterday has been wiped out; so that here is our very safest place, if
they do not happen to run across the head of this little draw. Besides,
we can still eat; and besides again--" perhaps I staggered a little as I
stood.

"You are weak!" she exclaimed. "You are ill!"

"I must admit," said I, "that I could probably not travel far. If I
dared tell you to go on alone and leave me, I would command you to do
so."

Her face was pale. "What is wrong?" she asked. "Is it a fever? Is it
your wound again?"

"It is fever," I answered thickly. "My head is bad. I do not see
distinctly. If you please, I think I will lie down for a time."

I staggered blindly now as I walked. I felt her arm under mine. She led
me to our little fireside, knelt on the wet ground beside me as I sat,
my head hanging dully. I remember that her hands were clasped. I recall
the agony on her face.

The day grew warmer as the sun arose. The clouds hung low and moved
rapidly under the rising airs. Now and again I heard faint sounds,
muffled, far off. "They are firing," I muttered. "They are among the
buffalo. That is good. Soon they will go away."

I do not remember much of what I said after that, and recall only that
my head throbbed heavily, and that I wanted to lie down and rest. And
so, some time during that morning, I suppose, I did lie down, and once
more laid hold