their bolos
gathered a large quantity of the sweet grass from the hillside, and this
was brought to the building and arranged for the use of the chiefs and
John, and for the boys when they returned.

George was eager to tell of their adventure, and of the prisoners they
had brought with them. "We got three of the boys, but two of them are
very weak. We have a friend of yours, also."

"Who is it?" exclaimed John, just as eager as the boys could be.

"Wright; Gustave Wright."

John bounded into the wagon. Wright saw John, and feebly extended his
hand.

"I knew I would find you sooner or later," said John, as he put his arm
around him. "But we got you soon enough to save you. All you need is
something good to eat." And Wright smiled.

"Yes," he answered. "They haven't permitted me to take much so far; but
I guess they are all right. What a fine set of boys you have!"

"The finest in the world. Wait until you know them! But never mind about
talking now. And these are the boys? Poor fellows! What an experience
they must have had! Come on, men; get them out and make them as
comfortable as possible."

There were willing hands for every job. Muro was delighted at the rescue
of his friend. He was one of the most skillful and powerful warriors,
but he did not look like it at this time.

Inside the patients were ranged about the place, and the cooking stove
brought in from the wagon.

"I suppose I shall have to take charge of the kitchen," said George, as
he ordered it arranged in place and directed them where to put the
various articles. Before long the savory odor of the vegetables and game
reached the famished ones, and they begged for some of it.

"A little at a time," said George, soothingly. "I am doctor and cook,
and there is plenty here, of the best kind."

"Oh, doesn't that smell good!" exclaimed Min, joyously.

"That's the way I like to hear you talk," said Harry. "Your voice
doesn't seem starved. You'll be out in a couple of days, and be better
than ever."

"How long have you been in that place?" asked John.

"In that particular place, only about a month; but we were in a worse
place, still farther south, for about three months."

"Starving all the time?"

"Yes."

"I was moved to say that starving is a good thing, in its way, but it
has its limits, and four months is a little too long for either comfort
or health. You will find, however," continued John, "that you will be
much healthier for the e