" She tapped her head solemnly. "But I powwowed."
"You powwowed me," I cried with all the spirit I could muster, for such
treatment was not to my liking. I never had any faith in charms.
"Of course," she replied. "Does you think I'd let you die? Why, when
me and Tip pulled you out of the creek you was a sight, you was, and
you was wrong here." Again she tapped her head. "You needn't
complain. Ain't you gittin' well agin? Didn't the powwow do it?"
Hardly, I thought. I must have recovered in spite of it. But the old
woman spoke with pride of her skill, and if she had not saved me by her
occult powers, she had at least helped to drag me from the creek. For
that I was grateful, so I smiled to show my thanks.
"What did you powwow for?" I asked, after a long while.
She had seated herself on the edge of the bed and was contemplating me
gravely.
"Everything," she answered. "I never had a case like yours. I never
had a patient who was run away with, and kicked on the head, and
drownded. So I says to Tip, I says, 'I'll do everything.
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