"
"We must waste no time in getting farther away from them ourselves,"
replied the other. "Little time would be wasted in taking our scalps
if they caught us alone."
"But we can't leave this helpless creature," said the first speaker.
"Do you know, Ben, she must be about the age of my own little daughter
if--" The man's voice broke suddenly.
"Poor fellow--yes, I understand. You never will get over that blow.
But, really, Tom, we must not stay here. The savages may be upon us
any moment. Here, use this. It may bring her to."
The speaker held out a bottle of cordial which the man who held Timid
Hare held to her lips. She tried to swallow, but it choked her.
"There," she said with a gasp, "it is enough," and she lifted herself
up.
"Good," said both men, who knew a little of the Indian tongue.
"Oh, but my shoe!" cried the little girl in fright. It had slipped a
little from its usual resting place, and she now missed it. In spite
of being alone on the snow-covered prairie, with two strangers, her
first thought was of the little talisman White Mink had given into her
keeping.
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