Sol's eyes opened wide with amazement. "De'ye mean it?" he asked. "I know ye'ud do what ye could to help us out, but I didn't think them Injuns 'ud ever fergit what was done to 'em."
"Yes, I mean every word I say. And what's more, the Indians are willing to give what food they can to the miners. They have a fair supply of dried fish and moose-meat, which will help some."
In reply Sol stretched out a huge hand. "Put it thar!" he said, and tears stood in his eyes. "I can't say any more, but I'll tell the b'ys, an' they'll thank ye."
When Keith returned to the Radhurst cabin he met Constance just outside the door.
"Oh, I am so glad you have come back!" she said. "Pete is awake and calling for you."
"How long did he sleep?" questioned Keith.
"Only a short time after you left. I am afraid he is failing fast."
A faint smile passed over the old man's face as they entered the room where he was lying. It was Constance's room, which she had gladly given up to the patient.
"Laddie, laddie!" he said. "I'm so glad to see ye. I knowed ye'd come back."
"How are you feeling now, Pete?" asked Keith, as he grasped the hand which was extended in welcome.