she stared at them she tore at it. With a little laugh at his alarm Bridger swung back into the saddle and the woman eagerly advanced and began talking shrilly and rapidly.
"She's speaking Assiniboin," said Bridger as he watched and hstened. "I git it all right."
The woman ceased talking and made signs. Bridger nodded and said:
"One of your young men is hurt?"
"Hurt very bad," she replied. "Come and make him medicine."
Bridger possessed the mountain man's knowledge of emergency surgery. Also was he imbued with the superstitions of the Indians. He believed in his medicine. His kind heart urged him to follow the woman. His commercial instinct warned that he had no time to lose if he would visit the chantier and return to the fort before Phinny or Jake Berger arrived to inform McKenzie about the forty packs. He explained the situation to Lander.
The woman was laboring under great mental distress. There was none of the Indian stoicism Lander had heard so much about. Lander's sympathy was aroused.
Bridger asked how far she had come. She held
