"Monima is glad," said the Indian girl, joyfully.
Jack groaned, and Jasper came to his side and addressed him compa.s.sionately, though but a minute before Jack had been about to take his life. He saw that the blood was gushing forth from his wound.
"Is he badly wounded?" asked Jasper, turning to Monima.
She said something in her native language to the two men.
They spoke briefly, shaking their heads.
"White man will die," she said, interpreting to Jasper.
Our hero was shocked. It was the first time he had ever witnessed a violent death, and it struck him with horror.
He kneeled by Jack"s side. Just then the wounded man opened his eyes.
"Who shot me?" he asked, with difficulty.
"The Indians."
Jack"s glance fell upon the two men, and he tried to lift himself up, but the effort caused his wound to bleed more copiously. He burst into a volley of oaths, which in his state shocked Jasper.
"Don"t swear," he said. "Would you go into the presence of G.o.d with an oath in your mouth?"
Jack"s face grew livid with terror.
"Who says I am going to die?" he asked, wildly.
"The Indians say you cannot live," said Jasper, gravely.
"It"s a lie!" exclaimed Jack, violently. "I"ll live to kill you all!"
As he spoke he plucked the arrow from his breast; but this only hastened his death. He fell back exhausted, and in five minutes breathed his last.
Jasper looked so shocked that the Indian girl said, in a tone of surprise:
"Is white boy sorry?"
"Yes," said Jasper.
"What for? He try to kill white boy."
"Yes; but it seems awful to see him killed so suddenly. I wish he could have lived long enough to repent."
Monima could not understand this.
"He bad man!" she said, emphatically. "He try to kill white boy. Monima white boy"s friend."
Jasper took the hand of Monima gratefully and said:
"You have saved me, Monima. But for you he would have killed me."
The Indian girl"s eyes lighted up, but she only said:
"Monima is glad."
"How fortunate that I fell in with her," thought Jasper, "and that I made a friend of her!"
"Where white boy go to-night?" asked Monima.
"I don"t know," said Jasper, doubtfully.
"Come to my father"s lodge. In the morning Monima will show the way."
"Thank you, Monima," said our hero. "I will go."
He felt that he could not refuse such an offer from one who had rendered him such a service. Moreover, it relieved him from embarra.s.sment, as he would not have known otherwise where to pa.s.s the night, which was now close at hand.
CHAPTER x.x.xVII.
A STARTLING SUMMONS.
The Indian encampment was only half a mile away. There were a.s.sembled about fifty persons, men, women, and children, lying on the gra.s.s about the tents. Monima"s favor was sufficient to insure a cordial reception to Jasper, who was pressed to partake of supper, an offer he was glad to accept, for it was now seven hours since he had eaten food. After the repast a pipe was offered him, but this he declined, explaining that he never had learned to smoke. On the whole, he enjoyed the adventure, except that he could not help thinking from time to time of his late companion, cut off so suddenly. He learned from Monima that her two attendants had remained behind and buried Jack under the tree where he had been killed.
At night he slept on skins in one of the tents, and in the morning he was guided on his way by Monima as far as the road.
The Indian maiden looked sad when they were about to part.
"When will white boy come back?" she said.
"I don"t know, Monima. I hope to see you again, some time, but perhaps you won"t remember me."
"Monima never forgets," she answered.
"And I shall not forget."
Attached to his watch was a silver chain which he had bought in St.
Louis three months before. He had noticed Momma"s look of admiration directed toward it, and he determined to give it to her. Detaching his watch from it, he held it out to the Indian girl.
"Take it, Monima," he said. "It is a gift of friendship."
She uttered a cry of pleasure.
"You give it to Monima?" she said, half incredulous.
"Yes," he said.