All this consumed not over twenty minutes. At the end of that time he glanced up to meet Dick's eyes.
"Leg broke," he answered the inquiry in them. "That's all."
"That girl—," began Dick.
"Shut up!" said Sam.
He moved here and there, constructing, by means of flat stones, a trough to be used as a cooking-range. At the edge of the clearing he met the Indian girl returning with her little birch-bark saucer.
"Little Sister," said he.
She raised her eyes to him.
"I want the truth."
"What truth, Little Father?"
He looked searchingly into her eyes.