Mebby I can help him.

He in here ?" The squaw gestured dumbly, and Casey stooped and went into the tepee.
Inside it was so dark that he stood still just within the opening to get his bearings.

This happened to be very good form in Indian society, and we will assume that Casey lost nothing by the pause.

He dimly saw that a few blankets lay untidily against the tepee wall and that an old Indian was stretched upon them, watching Casey with one black eye, the other lid lying in sunken folds across the socket.

Casey was for once in his life speechless.