[Footnote 5: Medicine-man.]
“But you are as good as a meda,” said Lois. “You know of herbs and salves, Nokomis; you must try what you can do.”
“For my Nosa[6] perhaps,” she said, as she bound up the ghastly wound which had lain Father Nat’s head open; “but for the Nadjii, she dead;” and yet as Loïs bent over the dark face, and held a feather to her lips, she knew that Nadjii still lived.
[Footnote 6: Master.]
“Oh, Nokomis,” she said, tears running down her face, “she tried to save us all; if I am living it is because she stood between me and death. She has a brave heart.”
“She is a chief’s daughter,” answered Nokomis, with certain dignity; “but she must die; her hour is come.”
Suddenly a thought struck Loïs; her pale face flushed.
The child—where had Nadjii left the child?
CHAPTER XX
“LIGHTEN OUR DARKNESS.”
“How did you know they were coming against us?” said Minister Cleveland. “We heard a fortnight ago that you were up on the shores of Lake Champlain.”