Jack did as ordered and had the great satisfaction of seeing the color come slowly back.
"Them be heap sore for 'while, but them geet well," Lucky declared after a few minutes.
By this time Bob was able to whisper a few words, but the Indian cautioned him to save his strength and soon he fell into a deep sleep.
"More heem sleep now the better," Lucky assured Jack.
"You think he'll be all right?"
"Oui, eef heem no have pneumonia."
"You think there's danger of it?"
"Some, but heem ver' strong an' clean. Mebby heem no geet eet."
They took turns watching by his side through the long hours of the night fearful lest the dreaded fever develop. But Bob slept nearly all the time, waking only to ask for water. Once Jack was sure that he had a temperature and awakened the Indian. But he thought not and a little later slight drops of moisture on his forehead proved that he was right.
Morning came at last and with it the glad news from Lucky that the danger was passed and that Bob would be all right.