thought.

"You look as if you are hurt," she replied. "But, then, you are the
best judge of that. We are willing to do what we can for you, but if
you do not want our help we shall leave you alone."

Her tone was severe, and this the man noted.

"I am hurt," he confessed in a milder voice. "That devil over there
nearly made an end of me. O, Lord!" He placed his hand to his side,
and his brow contracted with pain. "I guess I'm done for, anyway."

"Where do you live?" Jean asked. "We must get you home."

"Just down the valley. Sam knows where. I think I can walk with his
help. He's a good Indian, and he saved my life to-day. He was just in
time."

With considerable difficulty the injured man was lifted out of the snow
where he was half buried, and helped to regain his feet. One of his
snow-shoes was gone, but Kitty found it several yards away.

"It was that which caused all the trouble," the man explained. "When
the moose charged, something went wrong with that snow-shoe, and before
I could do anything the brute was upon me."

After Sam had fixed and arranged the snow-shoe upon the man's
moccasined foot, he took him by the arm and started forward, with the
women following. Their progress was slow, for the injured man often
stopped and pressed his hand to his side. That he was suffering