l of triumph--all but Little Beaver. A giddiness
came over him; he trembled and reeled, and sank down on a root. Caleb
and Sam came up quickly.

"What's the matter, Yan?"

"I'm sick--I----"

Caleb took his arm. It was wet. A match was struck.

"Hallo, you're bleeding."

"Yes, he had me--he caught me up the tree. I--I--thought I was a
goner."

All interest was now turned from the dead Lynx to the wounded boy.

"Let's get him to the water."

"Guess the camp well is the nearest."

Caleb and Sam took care of Yan, while the others brought the Lynx.
Yan grew better as they moved slowly homeward. He told all about the
attack of the Lynx.

"Gosh! I'd 'a' been scared out o' my wits," said Sam.

"Guess I would, too," added Caleb, to the surprise of the Tribe; "up
there, helpless, with a wounded Lynx--I tell you!"

"Well, I _was_ scared--just as scared as I could be," admitted
Yan.

At camp a blazing fire gave its lurid light. Cold water was handy and
Yan's bleeding arm was laid bare. He was shocked and yet secretly
delighted to see what a mauling he had got, for his shirt sleeve was
soaked with blood, and the wondering words of his friends was sweetest
music to his ears.

Caleb and the city boy dressed his wounds, and when washed they did
not look so very dreadful.

They were too much excited to sleep for an hour at least, and as they
sat about the fire--that they did not need but would not dream of
doing without--Yan found no lack of enthusiasm in the circle, and
blushed with pleasure to be the hero of the camp. Guy didn't see
anything to make so much fuss about, but Caleb said, "I knowed it; I
always knowed you was the stuff, after the night you went to Garney's
grave."

XXXI

On the Old Camp Ground

It was threatening to rain again in the morning and the Indians
expected to tramp home heavy laden in the wet. But their Medicine Man
had a surprise in store. "I found an old friend not far from here and
fixed it up with him to take us all home in his wagon." They walked
out to the edge of the rough land and found a farm wagon with two
horses and a driver. They got in, and in little less than a hour were
safely back to the dear old camp by the pond.

The rain was over now, and as Caleb left for his own home he said:

"Say, boys, how about that election for Head Chief? I reckon it's due
now. Suppose you wait till to-morrow afternoon at four o'clock an'
I'll show you how to do it."

That night Y