"Yes, only one now, and it's red. Strange, very strange, isn't it?"
Presently his face brightened, and his eyes glowed with a new light.
"It's not the cross on the flag I see," he cried; "it's the cross of Christ, and it's marked with His blood. Look, don't you see it?" he eagerly asked. "There it is; I see it plain. And what are those words? How clear they shine, 'The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin.' Ah, that's it; I understand it all now. The blood of Christ! The blood of Christ!"
He closed his eyes and remained very still. Jean found it hard to control her emotion, so she crossed over to where Sam and Kitty were sitting upon the floor.
"Poor babby, poor babby," the Indian woman said, seizing the girl's hand. "Chief much seek, eh?"
"Yes, very sick," Jean replied, as she, too, seated herself upon the floor. "You were good to him, and I am so glad."
"Kitty no do much. Kitty all sam' babby."
"But you did what you could, Kitty. No one can do anything for him now."
Scarcely had she ceased when the Indian woman lifted her hand, and pointed to the couch. Jean at once arose and went to Dane's side.
"What is it?" she asked.