"Sahib," cried Ali, "come here quick, Joie is well."
The white man approached Joie rather cautiously, but was obliged to admit that he was much improved.
"He is well," said Ali. "I know it. The old priest said if we could get the wild creatures to know we loved them, and would help them we could do anything with them. That was how I stopped the mouth of the great tiger. But, oh. Sahib, I am so tired, I—I"
But Ali did not finish the sentence, for he fell forward into the strong arms of his friend in a dead swoon. It was several minutes before they could bring him to, and he was a very sick boy for two days.
One morning he sat up in his berth, and said to the Sahib, "I am well, Sahib,
