Jane shook her head.
"Here goes then."
"Wait." Jane pushed his hand away. She could feel the warm wetness of her blood streaming down across her breast from the shoulder wound. She turned to the chief:
"I stopped your son's bleeding," she said calmly. "I saved his life. Stop my bleeding, chief. Save my life in return."
The chief looked at her without answering. Then he looked at the shaman, who had climbed to hands and knees but made no move to get up.
"Don't do it!" Sid pleaded. "He can't save you and you know it. You'll bleed to death."
Jane asked the chief, "You want to help me?"
"Girl saved princeling's life. I want to help."
"Then stop the bleeding. I've lost a lot of blood, chief. I'm growing weak. You have to stop ... the bleeding...."