Examining Tayoga again, he found, to his great joy, that the fever was decreasing, and he washed the wound anew.

Then he sat by him a long time while the morning passed.

Tayoga, who had been muttering in his fever, sank into silence, and about noon, opening his eyes, he said in a weak voice: "How long have we been here, Dagaeoga ?" "About half of the second day is now gone," replied Robert, "and your fever has gone with it.

You're as limp as a towel, but you're started fairly on the road to recovery." "I know it," said Tayoga gratefully, "and I am thankful to Tododaho, to Areskoui, to Manitou, greatest of all, and to you, Dagaeoga, without whom the great spirits of earth and air would have let me perish." "You don't owe me anything, Tayoga.

It's what one comrade has a right to expect of another.