Chapter 14
NEW-COMERS.Many days went by after that before more time was given to the
hunting of gold in that particular valley of the Kootenai lands;
for before another day broke, the squaw spoke at the door of
Overton’s tent and told him the girl was sick with fever, that she
talked as a little child babbles and laughs at nothing.
He went with her, and the face he had seen so pale in the
moonlight was flushed a rosy red, and her arms tossed
meaninglessly, while she muttered—muttered! Sometimes her words
were of the gold, and of flowers. He even heard his name on her
lips, but only once; and then she cried out that he hurt her. She
was ill—very ill; he could see that, and help must be had.
He went for it as swiftly as a boat could be sped over the
water. During the very short
