I blundered into him, and then from sheer weakness rolled on the ground.
He grunted and turned to me.

I felt his cool hand passing over my brow and cheek, and his fingers kneading the muscles of my forlorn legs.
'Twas some Indian device, doubtless, but its power was miraculous.
Under his hands my body seemed to be rested and revived.

New strength stole into my sinews, new vigour into my blood.

The thing took maybe five minutes--not more; but I scrambled to my feet a man again.

Indeed I was a better man than when I started, for this Indian wizardry had given me an odd lightness of head and heart.