"You know what to do----eh?
Pay you well." At the last three magic words the aged squaw rose and hobbled quickly forward.
"Take boy him tent," directed the Indian woman.
"I can walk," remarked Tom.
"No; they take you.

Heap better," commanded the woman.
Instantly Mr.Thurston and Rutter took hold of Tom, raising him into their arms.

Through the flap of his tent they bore him, depositing him on his cot.

The Indian woman followed them inside.
"Now you go out," she ordered, with a sweep of her hand.

"Send him cookman.