She knelt down, and placing her arm under the old squaw's neck, gently raised her head a few inches.

The poor old squaw tried to speak but was too weak to do so.
Margaret took the withered hand of the Indian woman and placed it in her own.

On one of the bony fingers of the squaw was a ring which fell off into Margaret's hand.

Margaret recognized it as a ring she had often seen.

She asked Paul who the sick woman was.