But since I cannot see the wound itself I do not know what kind of a bullet made it." "It wasn't a bullet at all, Tayoga.

It was a cannon ball, though it came out of a wide-mouthed musket, and I'm happy to tell you that it somehow got through your shoulder without touching bone." "The bullet is out ?" "Yes, I cut it out with this good old hunting knife of mine." Again Tayoga smiled wanly.
"You have done well, Dagaeoga," he said.

"Did I not say to others in your defense that you had intelligence and, in time, might learn?
You have saved my life, a poor thing perhaps, but the only life I have, and I thank you." Robert laughed, and his laugh was full of heartiness.

He saw the old Tayoga coming back.
"You'll be a new man tomorrow," he said.

"With flesh and blood as healthy as yours a hole through your shoulder that I could put my fist in would soon heal." "What does Dagaeoga purpose to do next ?" "You'll find out in good time.