The lumberjacks stood about awkwardly, and the Indian hovered near, his stolid face reflecting no emotion. Spike was the only jack present who apparently was indifferent to the scene. At midnight Willy motioned to the girls to go.
"Me watch. Big Friends wake up morning. No sick," he said.
"Willy's suggestion is a good one," agreed Elfreda. "There is little the matter with either except shock and exhaustion. Let's go!"
Grace nodded.
"Boys, we thank you very much," she said, turning to the lumberjacks. "Mr. Wingate and Mr. Gray would have lost their lives had it not been, for you and Willy. They will not forget. Neither shall we. Good-night."
At dawn when Hippy awakened, Willy Horse was still sitting by him, puffing his pipe.
"Dam go out," observed the Indian between puffs.
"So I heard it rumored," yawned Hippy.
"Big Friend go out."
"Seems to me that I heard something about that too. How is Captain Gray?"