When old Farmer Morton and his son came in their buckboard through the marshes, they heard the screaming of Pete Reeve for help.

Leaving their team, they bolted across country to the open glade.

There they found Pete still shouting for help, kneeling above the body of a man, and working desperately to arrange an effectual tourniquet.

They ran close and discovered the two men.
Old Morton knew enough rude surgery to stop the bleeding.

It was he who counted the pulse and listened to the heart.