"We should love to hear it." The glow from the big back log reflected the interested faces of the others.

Jean's stories were always well received.

Settling himself cross-legged on the floor, his back against the wall, he related how, after tracking a panther all day, he had slipped while going down a steep bank and losing his footing had plunged to the bottom.

How he had lain there bruised and helpless with a broken leg, expecting at any time to see the beast he had been tracking bear down upon him.

How at last, after hours of unspeakable agony, help had come in the shape of a tall, strongly built young man, whose cabin was not far off and who had carried Jean to it, then, after roughly setting the injured leg, and making his patient as comfortable as might be expected under the circumstances, he had ridden thirty miles for a doctor, then tended the old hunter until his leg healed.
"Ten week I stay in bed an' this good frien' take care of me.