He had risked his own life to save mine.
After he had finished his story, every word of which I had listened to with eager interest, I related to him my own experiences, in which he became no less interested.

He expressed great astonishment that the Indians had not killed me, and he considered it one of the luckiest and most remarkable escapes he had ever heard of.

It amused me, however, to see him get very angry when I told him that they had taken my gun and pistol and had used up our provisions.

"But never mind, Billy," said he, "we can stand it till the snow goes off, which will not be long, and then we will pull our wagon back to the settlements." A few days afterwards Harrington gathered up our traps, and cleaned the snow out of the wagon.

Covering it with the sheet which we had used in the dug-out, he made a comfortable bed inside, and helped me into it.