If anybody speaks against my cousin, let him look out for me!" He paused a moment, looking around him dazedly.
"Getting off the subject, wasn't I?
Can't think with this pain in my head and back; but don't worry.

Leave me alone; I'll soon be on my feet again." Lying down, he turned away from them, and during the next few hours he dozed intermittently.
Late in the afternoon an Indian reached the camp.

He carried a dirty blue blanket and a few skins and was dressed in ragged white men's clothes.

In a few words of broken English he made them understand that he was tired and short of food, and they gave him a meal.

When he had finished it, they fell into conversation and Benson, who understood him best, told Harding that he had been trapping in the neighborhood.