The Lance showed no improvement that Lander could detect but Bridger nodded in approval:
"He's quit groaning. Ain't begun to sweat yet but we'll fetch him before morning."
During the night Bridger visited his patient several times to dose him with hot drinks. The Lance continued to rest easy although his skin remained hot and dry.
Near morning Gauche came to the white men's tent badly spent. He said he had been far from the river making medicine.
"I made two medicines," he explained, watching Bridger furtively. "One was for a war-party against the Blackfeet. I know where and when forty lodges with the white man Berger will pass down the river on the way to Fort Union. I shall send a talk to McKenzie to keep inside his fort. We do not want to hurt any of his people by mistake.
"My medicine tells me that if I wait until the Blackfeet have commenced drinking we can kill them all and run off all their horses. Then will the Assiniboins know my medicine is not sick like an old man."
"Your other medicine?" demanded Bridger suspiciously.
