It was nearly dark when I started and I fell and hurt my leg, so that I can go no farther." "Hu," exclaimed the Indian, kneeling down, and taking Jem's injured foot gently in his hand.

"Then my brother is the son of the good paleface woman who tended Woodpecker when he was sick, and made him well again ?" "Are you Woodpecker ?" exclaimed Jem gladly.

"My Mother has told me about you." The Indian nodded, and, tearing a strip from his blanket, he dipped it in a spring of water which was near at hand, and bound it firmly round the boy's swollen ankle.

"The Mother of my young brother is very sick ?" he inquired.
"Yes," replied Jem, "and she is waiting for the medicine, and I cannot fetch it." He winked bravely to keep back the tears which filled his eyes at the thought.
"Woodpecker will fetch the medicine.

Woodpecker owes a big debt to his paleface sister, and Indians have grateful hearts," said the red man gravely.
Jem eagerly held out to him a piece of paper, but Woodpecker shook his head.
"My brother shall speak himself to the medicine-man," he said, and, raising the boy on his broad shoulders, he strode away quickly towards the village.