The Lance eyed him wonderingly when he lifted him up and gave him a drink of water. To be ministered to by a white man was a new experience.
"Where is the Left Hand?" he faintly asked.
"He makes war-medicine against the Blackfeet."
"He was making medicine against the sickness in me when I went into the black sleep."
"His medicine was weak. He had to have the white man's medicine to make you well. Before sunset my medicine will drive the evil spirit from you if you do as I say."
"It is good."
"You are not to speak nor open your eyes if Gauche enters this tent. When I tell you that you are well, then you can talk."
"It is good."
Bridger returned to Lander and found him trying to make a midday meal out of corn and beans. The mountain man ate heartily of the dried meat. Gauche was busy circulating among his warriors in an effort to arouse their enthusiasm for a raid against the Blackfeet. He kept repeating to them:
"I made medicine against the Blackfeet. I
