I am a little faint and must lie down." At this little Judie, who fairly idolized Sam, and felt perfectly safe from Indians and everything else when he was with her, was disposed to set up a wail of sorrow and fright.

If poor Sam were wounded, he might die, she thought, and the thought was too much for her.
Sam soothed her, however, and the poor, tired little girl was soon fast asleep in his arms.
"Bring some moss, boys," he said to his companions, "and make a bed for Judie here by this log." When he had laid her down, he drew off his shoe and wrapped the wounded foot in some of the long gray moss which hangs in great festoons from the trees of that region.

Joe, with the true negro genius for sleeping, was already snoring at the foot of a tree.

Sam quietly called Tom to his side.
"Tom," said he, "my foot is bleeding pretty badly, and I can't see till morning to do anything for it.

I have wrapped it up in moss, stuffing the softest parts into the wound, and that may stop it after a while.
But I may not be able to travel to-morrow night, and if I can't you must leave me here and try to find your way to Fort Glass, with Judie.