"What's the matter with your leg?" asked the Chief, a big, strong fellow with keen eyes. "Can't you walk? We must get started if we want to find the deer."
"I think I must have broken my leg when I slipped and fell on the rocks," answered Mr. Cabot.
He made an effort to rise and stand, but sank back helplessly.
A curious, evil grin spread across the red man's face.
"You're sure you can't walk?"
"What will you do?"
"One thing is sure," said Mr. Cabot, "I'll have to stay with you if I'm to get out of this place alive."
"We can't let you keep us back," answered the Indian. "We might leave you here with a fire and something to eat."
"And what would I do after the fire went out, and the food was gone?"