I give my time to you." Robert laughed.

The old Tayoga with all his keenness and sense of humor was back again, and it was a sure sign that a rapid recovery had set in.
"Maybe you can go to sleep again," he said.

"I think it was a stupor rather than sleep that you passed through last night, but now you ought to find sleep sweet, sound and healthy." "You speak words of truth, O great white medicine man, and it being so my mind will make my body obey your instructions." He turned a little on his side, away from his wounded shoulder, and either his will was very powerful or his body was willing, as he soon slept again, and now Tarenyawagon sent him no troubled and disordered dreams.

Instead his breathing was deep and regular, and when Robert felt his pulse he found it was almost normal.

The fever was gone and the bronze of Tayoga's face assumed a healthful tint.
Then Robert took a piece of venison, and pounded it well between two stones.