"How are you feeling?" Jean asked.

"A little easier now. I am somewhat of a doctor, and Sam helped me.
But never mind that. I want to know who you are, and why you are
travelling with those Indians?"

Briefly as possible Jean told her story, and when she had ended the man
remained silent for a few minutes. She could not see the expression
upon his face, nor the peculiar light in his eyes owing to the darkness
of the corner where he was lying. Could she have done so, she would
have been more surprised than ever.

"It is a strange story you have told me, young woman," he at length
remarked. "You have been wonderfully delivered. You should consider
yourself very fortunate in having such friends as those Indians."

"Indeed I do," Jean declared. "They have done more for me than I can
ever repay. I know now how to sympathise with others in distress, and
so want to help those unfortunate Loyalists."

"So you are on your way to get food and clothing from the mast-cutters?"

"Yes, but we won't have to go to them now, as I am sure you will help
out those poor people. You have plenty of supplies."

"And they will stay here, young woman."

"What! you won't send any to those people in distress?"

"Why should I? They are Loyalists, and that is enough."