seemed a bit loath to enter the tent. Bridger crowded by him and stood looking down on La Lance, who had three years to live before being dissected and eaten by the Big Bellies. Bridger diagnosed his sickness as malarial fever and felt much relieved.
Gauche now entered and displayed some cords of rawhide, some strands of coarse hair, such as the Indians plucked from between the buffalo's horns for the making of horse-hobbles, and three withered bird-claws.
"These were taken from the sick man's body by my medicine," he modestly reminded.
Bridger gravely bowed his head and declared:
"Your magic is big. Your medicine is very strong, for it drove out a devil. But it was only a little devil and the big devil remains. My medicine let me see the little devil when it ran from under the tent. Will you try again, or shall I use my medicine?"
La Lance began groaning. His eyes were closed and he did not sense the presence of the three men. Gauche hastily decided:
"My white brother shall try his medicine."
Bridger fumbled at his medicine-case and bowed his head as if in deep thought. He tilted
