Get Miss Stirling something to eat, and leave the rest to me." He turned away abruptly, and limped past them toward the camp.

When Mrs.Kinnaird and Ida reached it, he was hastily getting together provisions, and the Indians were already hewing down two slender firs.
When they stood waiting, each with a stout fir pole on his shoulder, he turned to the anxious lady, who seemed bent on going with him.
"It's quite out of the question for you to undertake that climb.

We'll be back again in a few hours with the major and Miss Kinnaird," he said.
Ida went up to him and touched his arm, and, for no very evident reason, the color crept into her face when he looked at her inquiringly.
"Can't the Indians find the way themselves ?" she asked.

"You are scarcely fit to go." Weston shook his head.
"I must manage it somehow," he said.

"They have nothing to eat up yonder, and the Indians might not find them until it's dark again." He broke off for a moment with a forced smile.
"Try to reassure Mrs.Kinnaird, and then go to sleep as soon as you can." In another minute he had limped away, and Mrs.Kinnaird found the girl looking down with a very curious expression at a little smear of blood on a smooth white stone.