“Bring a torch from the fire,” said Col. Cooper to one of the men.
“Oh!” sighed Joe, lifting his hands to his head.
“I thought he would soon come to life again,” said Boone, examining his face with the torch that was brought, and then laughing outright. The spectacle was ludicrous in the extreme. Joe was besmeared with blood, and, when he opened his eyes and stared at the flaming light, he resembled some sanguinary demon.
“Where in the world did all this blood come from?” exclaimed Glenn.
“I’m recovered now,” said Joe, rising up and assuming an air of importance.
“What have you been doing?” asked Glenn.
“I’ve been doing as much as any of you, I’ll be bound,” replied Joe, very gravely.
“Well, what have you done?” repeated Glenn.
“I’ve been fighting the last half hour, as hard as anybody ever fought in this world. Only look at the stabs in that Indian!” said he, pointing to the savage.
“Why, you scoundrel! Sneak killed this Indian,” said Glenn.