Something in the pale face which was bent over her told that now, if ever, was the time for a woman to forget herself, and to cheer, to inspire those around her.
"I am a silly baby, and selfish!" she cried, freeing herself from his hold.

"Always thinking of myself." She turned away and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Go, Jim, do you duty; I'll stand by and help you all a woman can." * * * The missionaries were consulting in Heckewelder's cabin.

Zeisberger had returned that morning, and his aggressive, dominating spirit was just what they needed in an hour like this.

He raised the downcast spirits of the ministers.
"Hold the service?
I should say we will," he declared, waving his hands.