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Show Page 227 I was about to step back and let my arms loose from round John when his head dropped forward and he collapsed in my arms. I staggered, but held on till the two men had taken a firmer hold on him and laid him upon the ground. "You must be Sarah," one said to me then. "Till he was wounded, 'twas all we heard from his lips." I blushed, but perhaps more from confusion than discomfiture, for if John had made much mention of me, why had he just now called me Jane? "What happened?" I asked, sheltering John from the drizzle with my cloak. "It was at our last raid. Thought all the savages had fled we did. Then one sprang upon us as we started back to the boat with baskets of corn. John knocked him down, but as the Indian fell, he struck John a blow oh the leg with his hatchet. Lucky for John he caught him with the poll, else the leg would have had a wicked cut. As was, it broke. The bone is through the skin so it's messy, but it should heal. Has a fever now though." "Can you carry him to the Pierces'?" I asked, hoping that good couple would allow me to care for John in their home. As I followed behind, I told myself it was the fever that made John call me Jane. When he awoke from his fever he would again know me and all would be as once I dreamed it |