Listen!" There came from a thick clump of poplars a low, moaning cry.
"What's that ?" cried Mandy.

"It sounds like a man." "Stay where you are.

I'll ride in." In a few moments she heard his voice calling.
"Come along! Hurry up!" A young Indian lad of about seventeen, ghastly under his copper skin and faint from loss of blood, lay with his ankle held in a powerful wolf-trap, a bloody knife at his side.

With a cry Mandy was off her horse and beside him, the instincts of the trained nurse rousing her to action.
"Good Heavens! What a mess!" cried Cameron, looking helplessly upon the bloody and mangled leg.
"Get a pail of water and get a fire going, Allan," she cried.

"Quick!" "Well, first this trap ought to be taken off, I should say." "Quite right," she cried.