If a hostile skirmisher did not find him, which was more than likely, he would have been overcome by the fever of his wound, and, lying unconscious while some rainstorm swept over him, his last chance would be gone.

He could feel the fever creeping into his veins now, and he knew that they had found the refuge just in time.

Yet he was grateful and cheerful, and in his heart he said silent thanks to Tododaho, Areskoui and Manitou.

Then he called to Robert.
"See if you can find water," he said.

"There should be more than one stream among these rocky hollows.