"Let the hoss be," said Buck. "Help me with the man. He's hurt bad."
Mrs. Daniels ran ahead and lighted a lamp. They laid the body
carefully upon a bed. It made a ghastly sight, the bloodless face with
the black hair fallen wildly across the forehead, the mouth loosely
open, and the lips black with dust.
"Dad!" said Buck. "I think I've seen this feller. God knows if he's
livin' or dead."
He dropped to his knees and pressed his ear over Dan's heart.
"I can't feel no motion. Ma, get that hand mirror--"
She had it already and now held it close to the lips of the wounded
man. When she drew it away their three heads drew close together.
"They's a mist on it! He's livin'!" cried Buck.
"It ain't nothing," said Sam. "The glass ain't quite clear, that's
all."
Mrs. Daniels removed the last doubt by running her finger across the
surface of the glass. It left an unmistakable mark.
They wasted no moment then. They brought hot and cold water, washed
out his wound, cleansed away the blood; and while Mrs. Daniels and her
husband fixed the bandage, Buck pounded and rubbed the limp body to
restore the circulation. In a few minutes his efforts were rewarded by
a great sigh from Dan.
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