For many moments neither spoke.

They glanced at the pale face, watching with eager, wistful eyes for a smile, or listening for a word.
"Come," said the Indian.
Nell silently pointed toward her uncle.
"He is dying," whispered Jim to the Indian.
"Go, leave me," murmured Mr.Wells.

"You are still in danger." "We'll not leave you," cried Jim.
"No, no, no," sobbed Nell, bending over to kiss him.
"Nellie, may I marry you to Jim ?" whispered Mr.Wells into her ear.
"He has told me how it is with him.

He loves you, Nellie.

I'd die happier knowing I'd left you with him." Even at that moment, with her heart almost breaking, Nell's fair face flushed.
"Nell, will you marry me ?" asked Jim, softly.