"No good. Bad."

Fearing that the man was much worse, Jean hurried into the other room,
and went at once to the couch.

"Good morning," she brightly accosted. "How are you feeling now?"

"None too good," was the reply. "I didn't sleep a wink last night."

"Your side hurt you, I suppose."

"Perhaps so. But never mind about that now. I want you to help Sam
pack up the outfit. Don't let him take too much, and see that he
doesn't get any of that rum. It's in a keg near the molasses.

"You will have some breakfast, will you not?" Jean asked.

"I suppose so. There's a box yonder," and he pointed to the opposite
side of the room. "You'll find some bread and cold meat. You might
bring me a cup of strong tea; perhaps it will steady my nerves. Hand
me my pipe and tobacco; they're on that flat stone projecting from the
fire-place."

About the middle of the forenoon the relief party drew away from the
house on their arduous journey to the A-jem-sek. It had taken Sam some
time to repair the broken toboggan he had found in a shed near by.
When this had been loaded with supplies, Sam threw the rope across his
shoulders and started forward, with Kitty following. It would be a
hard trip, Jean was well aware, so she told the Indians how grateful