Then Alice tore up her cotton apron, in which she had hoped to bear home a load of lilies, and with the strips bound the wound very neatly.

It took a long time, during which the Indian remained silent and apparently quite indifferent.
Long-Hair was a man of superior physique, tall, straight, with the muscles of a Vulcan; and while he lay stretched on the ground half clad and motionless, he would have been a grand model for an heroic figure in bronze.

Yet from every lineament there came a strange repelling influence, like that from a snake.

Alice felt almost unbearable disgust while doing her merciful task; but she bravely persevered until it was finished.
It was now late in the afternoon, and the sun would be setting before they could reach home.
"We must hurry back, Jean," Alice said, turning to depart.

"It will be all we can do to reach the other side in daylight.