Breuil was almost sobbing as he whispered to Philip: "Oh, ze sweet Ange, M'sieur! She cam jus' in time." Josephine was bending over little Marie's cot when they followed her and the girl mother into the cabin.

In a moment she looked up with a glad smile.
"It is the same sickness, Marie," she said to the mother.

"I have medicine here that will cure it.

The fever isn't as bad as I thought it would be." Noon saw a big change in the cabin.

Little Marie's temperature was falling rapidly.