It was a girl.

It was Nell! She was very white--but alive.

A faint, glad smile lighted up her features.
Not a word was spoken.

With an expression of tender compassion Mr.
Wells received her into his arms.

The four missionaries turned fearful, questioning eyes upon the hunter, but they could not speak.
"She's well, an' unharmed," said Wetzel, reading their thoughts, "only worn out.