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she 's lost , she 's lost ! -- and I have missed the chance to die with her or for her ! '' However much or little the Catawba understood of Richard Jennifer 's grief or its cause , the faithful Indian had a thing to do and he did it , loosing his grasp of me to turn and fall upon Dick with pullings and haulings and buffetings , fit to bring a man alive out of a very stiffening rigor of despair . So , in a hand-space he had him up , and we were pressing on again , in midnight darkness once we had passed beyond the light of our grilling fires . No word was spoken ; under the impatient urging of the Indian there was little breath to spare for speech . But when Richard 's afterthought had set its fangs in him , he called a halt and would not be denied . `` Go on , you two , if you are set upon it , '' he said .