I did not greatly care.
After a while the light was blotted out.

There followed a slight pause.

Then I knew that someone had flown to my side, and was kneeling beside me and saying liquid, pitying things in Mexican.

I swallowed something hot and strong.

In a moment I came back from wherever I was drifting, to look up at a Mexican girl about twenty years old.
She was no great matter in looks, but she seemed like an angel to me then.