"We owe him a good deal, and I'll go out presently and thank him; but there's another matter.

Your knee ought to be attended to." That commenced a discussion, but Arabella persisted that she would get over the injury if she didn't walk for a few days.
Then Kinnaird summoned one of the Indians to clear away the meal.

The brown-skinned, dark-haired man appeared in the entrance of the tent and spoke haltingly in English.
"They wait," he said, pointing to the supper plates.

"Want piece shirt--handkerchief.

Packer man's boot full of blood." Those he addressed looked at one another, and Kinnaird, rising, went out hastily..