Come on!" He gave her dress a jerk; but she did not move any farther back; she was looking at the blood oozing from a wound in the Indian's leg.
"He is shot, he is hurt, Jean, we must help him," she presently said, recovering her self-control, yet still pale.

"We must get him out of that bad place." Jean caught Alice's merciful spirit with sympathetic readiness, and showed immediate willingness to aid her.
It was a difficult thing to do; but there was a will and of course a way.

They had knives with which they cut willows to make a standing place on the mud.

While they were doing this they spoke friendly words to Long-Hair, who understood French a little, and at last they got hold of his arms, tugged, rested, tugged again, and finally managed to help him to a dry place, still under the willows, where he could lie more at ease.

Jean carried water in his cap with which they washed the wound and the stolid savage face.