Jim, too, leaned upon her, and she accepted his devotion where once she had repelled it.

She had unconsciously betrayed a great deal when she had turned so tenderly to him in the first moments after her recognition, and he remembered it.

He did not speak of love to her; he let a thousand little acts of kindness, a constant thoughtfulness of her plead his cause.
The days succeeding Heckewelder's departure were remarkable for several reasons.

Although the weather was enticing, the number of visiting Indians gradually decreased.

Not a runner from any tribe came into the village, and finally the day dawned when not a single Indian from the outlying towns was present to hear the preaching.
Jim spoke, as usual.