Mary was bending over the moaning woman, but turned suddenly, and saw her uncle stretched at Florence's feet.

He was insensible, and a stream of blood oozed from his lips.

They raised his head, and motioned to the Mexicans, that now gathered round, for water; some was hastily procured, and then Mary entreated one of them to go for Dr.Bryant: as she spoke, the tramp of hoofs caused her to look up, and she perceived him urging his horse toward them.

He flung the reins to a man who stood near, and bent over the prostrate form.
"There is some internal injury, I see no outward wound; how did this happen ?" Florence briefly explained the manner in which her father received a kick on the chest.

Happily, they were near their own home, and, with the assistance of two men, Dr.Bryant carefully bore him in, and laid him on a couch near the open window.