George was eager to tell of their adventure, and of the prisoners they had brought with them. "We got three of the boys, but two of them are very weak. We have a friend of yours, also."
"Who is it?" exclaimed John, just as eager as the boys could be.
"Wright; Gustave Wright."
John bounded into the wagon. Wright saw John, and feebly extended his hand.
"I knew I would find you sooner or later," said John, as he put his arm around him. "But we got you soon enough to save you. All you need is something good to eat." And Wright smiled.
"Yes," he answered. "They haven't permitted me to take much so far; but I guess they are all right. What a fine set of boys you have!"
"The finest in the world. Wait until you know them! But never mind about talking now. And these are the boys? Poor fellows! What an experience they must have had! Come on, men; get them out and make them as comfortable as possible."
There were willing hands for every job. Muro was delighted at the rescue of his friend. He was[p. 206] one of the most skillful and powerful warriors, but he did not look like it at this time.
Inside the patients were ranged about the place, and the cooking stove brought in from the wagon.
"I suppose I shall have to take charge of the kitchen," said George, as he ordered it arranged in place and directed them where to put the various articles. Before long the savory odor of the vegetables and game reached the famished ones, and they begged for some of it.