Bridger put his pipe in the hanger about his neck, stretched his arms and drawled:
"The medicine is ready. But it must hear the young men speak about the boat. It can not hear you say it. Send for them."
As he had expected Gauche acted as his own messenger, there being none of his men at hand. The moment he disappeared Bridger was galvanized into action. He prepared more fever medicine in hot water and took it to the Lance and had him drink it. Then he covered him with extra buffalo-robes. Hurrying back to Lander, who was nervously awaiting the climax, he coolly informed:
"I'll have the taller oozing out of him inside of ten minutes."
"The chief thought he was dead."
"Playing 'possum. See that the rifles are ready. Then try to smoke."
A confusion of voices ran through the tents. Men began to appear in small bands and make for the sick man's tent. Gauche had passed the word that the Lance was dead and that the white men proposed bringing him back to life.
Bridger stood with his back to the excited warriors. One of the headmen started to enter
