"
After an examination, the ranchman declared that there was nothing
serious the matter.
"It may take a few days for that lump to subside, and these cuts to
heal, but you came out of it better than an old fellow like me could
have done," he said, and Frank felt relieved.
"What are you going to do with Running Elk?" he asked.
"Send him back to his people with some food. Then he will carry this
letter to my foreman, who will look after the party until we get back.
After that I'll see to it that Pierre is taken care of and the chief
recalled to his own."
"I knew you would. I told the old fellow that, but he was sore afraid
that you could never forgive what his young braves had done a year or
two ago."
The old Cree chief soon departed, with a grin on his face, and his arms
full of bundles. He might have been proud, but there were hungry mouths
to feed, and for their sakes he must forget that he should die sooner
than beg favors.
Frank felt rather stiff and sore on the following day. He was satisfied
to hang about camp, and let his chums do the hunting, for once.
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