her a long time. Now, I will give you
instructions as well as I can as to what you have to do. Shall I give
them in Spanish or English?"

Quite gravely the Indian girl replied, "Angleesh."

"Very well," said he, and proceeded to tell Manuela how to act as
sick-nurse. When he had finished, the girl at once stepped up to
Tiger's wife with a winning smile, patted her shoulder, kissed her
forehead, and then, pointing to the little invalid with a look of
profound intelligence, went out of the hut. Presently she returned with
some of the gravy of the alligator-ragout, sat down beside the little
one, and began to administer it in small quantities. Evidently the
child was pleased both with the food and the angel of mercy who had
found her, for she nestled in a comfortable way close to Manuela's side.
Lawrence observed, when the latter looked round for something she
wanted, that her eyes were full of tears.

"I knew I was right," he muttered to himself as he returned to the fire,
where Quashy had already spread out the breakfast, "she certainly _must_
be a princess of the Incas. They were notoriously celebrated for their
gentle and amiable qualities, even at the time of Pizarro's conquest."

What more passed in his mind we cannot tell, for he ceased to mutter,
and never revealed his subsequent thoughts to any one.

"Now, Quashy," said Lawrence, when breakfast was over, "we are left here
in what we may style difficulties. The Indians don't understand Spanish
or English, so until Pedro returns we shall have to get along as best we
can by signs."

"Bery well, massa, I hope you knows how to talk by signs, for its more
dan dis nigger do."

As he spoke he threw an ear of maize at a monkey which sat on a branch
overhead gazing at the party with an expression of the most woebegone
resignation. He missed his aim, but none the less did that monkey
change its look into a glare of intense indignation, after which it fled
shrieking, with hurt feelings, into the woods.

"I'm not much up in the language of signs," said Lawrence, "but we must
try our best."

Saying which he arose, and, touching Tiger on the shoulder, beckoned him
to follow.

With the lithe, easy motions of the animal after which he was named, the
Indian rose. Lawrence led him a few paces from the fire, and then,
putting himself in the attitude of a man discharging an arrow from a
bow, suddenly let the imaginary arrow fly, looked at the savage, touched
his