When Reginald Latham touched her, she shuddered. Tiny drops of blood trickled down to the ground.
“Give me your handkerchief, please?” asked Bab as she went up to Eunice. “It is I who have hurt you,” she said, “though I did not mean to do so. Surely you will let me help you a little if I can.”
She tore open Eunice’s sleeve and tenderly wiped the blood. Naki brought two sticks, and, with his assistance, Bab bound up the wounded arm, so the blood no longer flowed. “Now you must go home to our cabin with us!” she pleaded.
But Eunice broke away from them and started to flee. She trembled and would have fallen had not Mollie caught her.
“See, you can’t go home alone, Eunice dear,” Mollie remonstrated. “And you must see a doctor. The bullet from the rifle may still be in your arm.”
Eunice was obstinate. “Indians do not need doctors,” she asserted.
But Naki came and took her in his arms. “We will take you to your own tent,” he declared. “She will rest better there,” he explained to the girls, “and I know the way over the hills. You may come with me. The Indian squaw, her grandmother, will be hard to manage.”
“But how shall we get a doctor up there?” asked Grace.
“I will go down for him later,” Naki answered briefly. “You need have no fear. An Indian knows how to treat a wound. They have small use for doctors.”
“Is your guide an Indian?” asked Reginald Latham of Ruth.