The moment she did so he began crying like a child.
"This boy is sick," she said to Samson, who came and helped him off his horse.

They camped for the night and put the boy to bed and gave him medicine and tender care.

He was too sick to travel next day.

The Traylors stayed with him and nursed the lad until he was able to go on.
He was from Niagara County, New York, and his name was Harry Needles.
His mother had died when he was ten and his father had married again.

He had not been happy in his home after that and his father had given him a pony and a hundred dollars and sent him away to seek his own fortune.
Homesick and lonely and ill, and just going west with a sublime faith that the West would somehow provide for him, he might even have perished on the way if he had not fallen in with friendly people.