“Don’t,” shrieked Bess, but all too late, for he was already swimming with long measured strokes toward the now exhausted man. Oh! would he reach the spot in time? Could he force his strength against the current and save the Indian from being carried onto the Falls and dashed to pieces on the rocks? Bess held her breath as she watched. Like a flash she saw his arm shoot out and firmly catch the Indian by one of his long braids! Now he was turning, now swimming back with his burden! By this time the excited men reached the spot and watched the rescue. “You bet—West’ll fetch him!” “Sure—he’s great in the water!” “Here they are now!” “Keep’er up, old boy, you’re coming!” Bess heard on all sides. James stood near, white-faced and trembling, lest at the last moment West’s almost Herculean strength might desert him. Now he would surely make it! Together James and Bess stretched forth their hands as if to help West through the last few feet of water. When his feet touched the earth and he struggled with his now unconscious burden, he gasped, “I’m all right. See to the other man!” Bess looked at Henry’s drawn and anxious face, and tears rushed into her eyes. “Never mind, little girl, it’s over now,” he said softly, touched by her solicitude; and instantly flung all his savagery at the cowboy who ventured: “You’re a damn fool, West, to risk your life for just an old Indian!” “He—he is my brother!” retorted West, with eyes that might have killed with their intense fire. Bess hastened away to seek Mrs. West, and was relieved to find that she had not known of the danger her son had been in. “Get the bunch started, James,” said West, “and I’ll join you where we take up the rest of the herd.” It was evening on the following day, when the weary herd, urged by the still wearier men and horses, came to the foot of the hill near the shipping place. The dust raised by the hoofs of two hundred steers was suffocating, and the cowboys congratulated themselves that plenty of water and “grub” were in sight. The drive had been without incident or accident, and West was silently commending the good judgment of his foreman. By constant shouting, urging and driving the steers gained the summit of the hill and began to descend. West saw a long freight train standing on the tracks ready to start, and he became filled with trepidation for fear the wild creatures would become frightened, and serious consequences might follow.