"Yes," added Elwood, with much feeling, "there is one thing certain; _all_ are not our enemies; we have made one friend at least."
"True, an Indian never forgets an injury nor a kindness, and his friendship may be of benefit to us before we reach home."
"I b'laves you, boys; that Injin will remember us as long as he lives, and will sarve us a good turn if the chances for the same be iver given him."
The Indian was awake and making signs to his friends. For some time they were at a loss to understand their meaning, but Howard noticed that he had a leaf in his hand which he offered to them. When the boy took it his face showed that he was pleased, but continued his signs as before.
"He wants us to bring him some of those leaves. Let me have it; they must be on the island."
He hastened away and was not long in finding a bush that bore precisely the same species, and gathering quite a lot he returned to the Indian and offered them to him. But he did not seem satisfied. He looked at the leaves, nodded his head, and then taking them by the slight twigs to which they were fastened, he made as if to pull them up again.
"Ah! I know what he means!" said Howard. "It is not the leaf but the root that he wishes."
Elwood verified his words, and scarce ten minutes elapsed ere he returned with several goodly-sized roots, which were washed and cleaned. The look of the Indian showed that he had now got what he wanted, and he began gnawing the bark and chewing it.
"He's a docthering himself now!" said Tim, "as the patient said when he gave the docther his own medicine and pisened him to death by raisin of the same. He will get along."
They watched the sufferer for a few moments. Gathering his mouth nearly full of the bark, he continued chewing and swallowing for some time longer, when he finally shut his eyes and again slept.
Picking up a piece of the root which he had gathered Elwood tasted of it. He found it so bitter that he instantly spat it out.
"It must have some medicinal quality," remarked Howard, "or he would not use it. I believe the Indians doctor entirely with herbs, and I have no doubt that he will soon be well."
"Do yez mind that if it isn't noon it is close to the same? And be the tame towken we are all slightly hungry."