He was senseless, and blood streamed from his nose and reddened his eyes. The old chief seized his arm and tried to raise him, but the effort brought no sign of life, and his body was lowered slowly back again by the agonized father, who sat down and dropped his head on his son's breast.
Mr. Mann brought water and wet the boy's lips and bathed his brow. He then placed his hand over the boy's heart and held it there. There was a long silence. The old chief watched the teacher's hand. He seemed waiting for a word of hope; but Mr. Mann did not speak.
The old chief lifted his head at last, and said; appealingly:
"Boston tilicum, you do not know how I feel! You do not know—the birds know—you do not know!"
The teacher rubbed the boy's breast and arms, and said:
"He will revive."
"What, Boston tilicum?"
"He will live."
"My boy?"
"Yes."