"Will you be calm!"
"Yes—yes!" replied William. "But what do you mean?"
"Will you think only of revenge?"
"Of revenge! What do you mean?"
"Look there!" cried Johnson, pointing to one of the bodies which had been taken from the cave.
"My father!" shrieked William, as he glanced at the corpse.
"Yes, your father! But, pray be firm—be calm."
"I am calm—very calm!" sobbed William, as he sank beside the inanimate clay.
"The Indian is recovering, William," said Johnson.
This was indeed the case. In spite of his long confinement in the cave, and the suffering endured from his wound, Fall-leaf had recovered sufficiently to speak. He had partially raised himself from the ground, and was resting his head upon his elbow.