"You're all right just as you are, that is all but your ankle."
Bob was resolved to make camp without stopping again, knowing that the sooner he got Jack where he could treat the injured ankle with hot water the better it would be. So he took as short a rest as he dared and, despite Jack's protests, he was soon on the go again. As he had said it was easier now, but it seemed as though every muscle in his body was at the breaking point when finally he carefully lowered him onto the boughs in the tepee.
"Now I'll get a fire going and heat some water as soon as I can," he assured him. "Is it hurting much?"
"Not bad."
"I'll bet it is just the same," Bob muttered under his breath as he hurried out of the tepee.
He had a fire going in a few minutes, but it took considerable time before the water was boiling hot.
"Now then," he said cheerfully as he re-entered the tepee with a kettle of the steaming water.
"Didn't take you long."
"It seemed a long time to me. I thought the water would never come to a boil," Bob told him as he began to unlace the moccasin. "Yell if I hurt you."
"Don't be afraid. I'll yell all right."