And as your advice seems good, and I confess I'm a trifle weary, I'll let you see if you can sit up a little on this heap of dead leaves, with your back against this old fallen trunk.

Here we go! Gently now! Oh, you'll soon be a warrior again, if you follow my instructions!" Tayoga heaved a little sigh of relief as he leaned back against the trunk.

His eyes were growing clearer and Robert knew that the beat of his pulse was fuller.

All the amazing vitality that came from a powerful constitution, hard training and clean living was showing itself.
Already, and his wound scarcely two hours old, his strength was coming back.
"You look for a wigwam, Dagaeoga ?" he said.
"Well, scarcely that," replied Robert.

"I'm not expecting an inn in this wilderness, but I'm seeking some sort of shelter, preferably high up among the rocks, where we might find protection from storms." "Two or three hundred yards farther on and we'll find it." "Come, Tayoga, you're just guessing.