“And hain’t you been hurt at all?” asked Kenton, who could not understand this strange sickness.
“No,” murmured Lark, speaking with great difficulty.
“Have you ever had one of these spells before?” said Boone, fully as much puzzled as his brother scout to account for Lark’s strange illness.
“Yes,” replied Lark, feebly.
“Oh, you have?”
“Yes.”
“Well, what shall we do for you?” Boone felt a little relieved in his mind by Lark’s words.
“Take me and bind me to the trunk of the largest tree that there is near here.”
“Why?” cried Boone, in astonishment at the strange request.
“Bind you to a tree!” exclaimed Kenton, in amazement.