"See. All sam' white woman. All sam' Missie Glen. Savvey?"
Reynolds certainly did understand, and with an exclamation of surprise and delight, he entered the little room, where he found a bath-tub partly filled with water, clean towels, a suit of clothes, and a shaving-outfit.
"Where did all these things come from?" he asked.
"Sconda fix 'em all sam' beeg house. Savvey?"
"And are these clothes for me?"
"Ah, ah. Missie Glen send 'em."
Reynolds asked no more questions just then. He was more than satisfied at the kindness he was receiving. He believed it was due to Glen, and that she had instructed the Indians to do all in their power for his comfort. This filled his heart with gladness, for it told him that the girl was interested in his welfare, and that she looked upon him with kindly eyes. He was beginning to understand, too, something of Jim Weston's influence among the Indians. He had taught them the value of cleanliness, at any rate, and if all the natives in the place were like Klota and her husband, it must be an ideal settlement.
An hour later Reynolds came forth looking like a new man, and greatly refreshed after his bath. Klota's eyes beamed their approval as he stood before her.
"Do I look better now?" he asked.
"Good," was the reply. "All sam' white man. No Injun now."