Adventure and adventurers > Away in the wilderness, or, Life among the red Indians and fur-traders of North America

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AWAY IN THE WILDERNESS.
not God mercifully sent Jasper Derry to his
relief.
That stout hunter had been near at hand when
the shot was fired. He at once ran in the direc¬
tion whence the sound came, and arrived on the
scene of the struggle just as Arrowhead fell. With¬
out a moment’s hesitation he dropt on one knee,
took a quick but careful aim and fired. The ball
entered the bear’s head just behind the ear and
rolled it over dead !
Arrowhead’s first act on rising was to seize the
hand of his deliverer, and in a tone of deep feel¬
ing exclaimed, “ My brother!”
“ Ay,” said Jasper with a quiet smile, as he re¬
loaded his gun ; “ this is not the first time that
you and I have helped one another in the nick of
time, Arrowhead ; we shall be brothers, and good
friends to boot, I hope, as long as we live.”
“ Good,” said the Indian, a smile lighting up
for one moment his usually grave features.
“ But my brother is wounded, let me see,” said
Jasper.
“ It will soon be well,” said the Indian care¬
lessly, as he took off his coat and sat down on
the bank, while the white hunter examined his
wounds.
This was all that was said on the subject by
these two men. They were used to danger in
every form, and had often saved each other from