"He may be all that; but a rifle-shot could quickly stretch him out lifeless. It won't do for us to go to sleep until Tim or Shasta come back."
"Of course not. I do not feel like it, even if we were satisfied that it was safe for us to do so."
"Look at Shasta!"
The Indian was far down the stream, still speeding with his extraordinary velocity, using his arms as though they would never tire.
"So sick a few hours ago!"
"Well enough now."
"Didn't you notice how he trembled?"
"Yes; he is still weak, but an Indian soon recovers himself."
"All he needed was the root which he chewed and which cured him almost immediately. These savages are what you call Thomsonians I suppose."
"They are the original ones no doubt. I have heard that some of their medicine men are the most skillful of physicians."