low as much as he might, he not only failed
to find it, but was never able to discover the fruit in any part of the
West.

On the morning following his first encampment in the mountain pass he
found himself strong enough, by using care, to walk upon the hurt
ankle. He was too wise to push matters too fast, which fact, added to
his perfect physical condition and the effect of the herb, carried him
swiftly along the road to recovery. At the end of a week not a trace of
lameness remained. He was cured.

His prudence restrained him until he emerged from the mountain proper
into the foothills, when, knowing he was as strong as ever, he indulged
in the exuberant outburst. Leaving his blanket upon the back of
Whirlwind, but holding his rifle in one hand, Deerfoot leaped into the
air, spun around first on one foot and then the other, sent his shapely
legs flying seemingly in a dozen different directions at the same
moment, swung his arms, bent his body, cavorted and made contortions
that would have honored a professional acrobat. Not only that, but he
punctuated the extravagant display by a series of whoops such as had
nerved the Shawanoe warriors many a time to rush into battle.

All this time Whirlwind stood calmly watching the performance. It is
reasonable to believe he was interested, and had he possessed the power
of laughter he would have thrown back his head and "cracked his sides"
at the sight. What a pity that George and Victor Shelton could not have
peeped out from some concealment. They would have remembered the
picture all their lives.

Only by this grotesque exercise could the young Shawanoe find vent for
his overflowing spirits. There is nothing in all the world that can
take the place of physical vigor and health--a truth which unnumbered
thousands do not realize until too late. Temperance, right living,
obedience to the laws of hygiene, and a clear conscience, never fail to
bring their reward and to give to this life a foretaste of the blessed
one to come.

Deerfoot had chosen an open space, walled in by rocks, boulders and
stunted undergrowth for his physical outburst. When the performance had
gone on for some time, he danced up to the side of Whirlwind and
planted one of his feet against his ribs so sharply that the stallion
was forced back for a step. Instantly he wheeled, partly reared and
struck at his insulter, but he was so afraid of hitting him that the
blow was awkward and missed the Shawanoe by