Jamie had, indeed, fallen upon the best antiseptic dressing that the surrounding woods supplied.
This done to his satisfaction, he bound his wrists with the improvised bandages, applying them carefully, after the manner in which Doctor Joe had taught him in his lessons in first aid.
"'Tain't so bad," commented Jamie holding the wrists up and surveying them with satisfaction.

"They feels a wonderful lot easier, whatever.
But I'd never been knowin' how if 'tweren't for Doctor Joe showin' me." Jamie stretched himself upon the bed of boughs, and for a time lay watching the fire and thickly falling snow and listening to the wind shrieking and howling through the tree tops.

Several times he fancied he heard the report of distant rifle shots, and at these times he would start up and listen intently and look cautiously out, half expecting and fearful that he would see the two lumbermen coming to recapture him.
But no one came to disturb him, and he assured himself at length that he had heard only the cracking of dead branches in the storm, and that there had been no rifle shots.

Then, at last, his eyes drooped and he slept.
Hours afterward Jamie awoke.

He was shivering with the cold.