Helped out, with some muttered exclamations as his limp arm was put to a strain, the man admitted that he felt much stronger.
“I take you to house. Strip! Find what is wrong.”
The pilot, assisted by the farmer and by Garry, made slow but steady progress to the farmhouse.
There, while he waited, the Indian gave Garry a steady, and very curious observation.
The youth began to feel uncomfortable. He had a feeling as though those bleak, steady eyes were boring through him. He shifted uneasily.
“I be done soon,” Ti-O-Ga remarked, rising at the call of “ready” and moving toward the next room where the pilot had been prepared for an examination, “then you tell me all troubles.”
“How did you know I had troubles?” Garry was amazed. “I have—but how did you know that?”
“I be back.”
Garry sat quietly in the small, cozy living room, waiting.
In a surprisingly short time the Indian returned with the farmer.