Hot water---heap boil." Thus ordered, Jake Wren came on the run with a kettle of boiling water.

The Indian squaw received it with a grunt, ordering that bowls and cups be also brought.

When Wren came the second time he lingered curiously.
"You go out; no see what do," said the squaw.
So Jake departed, the squaw tying the flap of the tent after he had gone.

Then, from the bosom of her dress she drew out a few small packages of herbs.

The contents of these she distributed in different bowels and cups.
"I'd like to see what the old witch is doing, and how she's doing it," declared Rutter in a whisper.
"She'll stop short if she catches you looking in on her," replied the chief, with a smile.