? ? ? ? Joe, the white man, had passed beyond the stage of suffering. He no longer begged to be let alone, prayed to die; but was soothed and content under the anodyne of delirium. Kah-Chucte and Gowhee dragged him on roughly, venting upon him many a savage glance or blow. To them it was the acme of injustice. Their hearts were bitter with hate, heavy with fear. Why should they cumber their strength with his weakness? To do so meant death; not to do so- and they remembered the law of Sitka Charley, and the rifle.
? ? ? ? Joe fell with greater frequency as the daylight waned, and so hard was he to raise that they dropped farther and farther behind.
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