Beside her on the porch floor was a small black medicine case, a sponge, some yards of white cloth, and a tin wash basin partly filled with water.
He had a hazy recollection of the young woman; he knew it must have been she that he had seen when he had ridden up to the porch.

He also had a slight remembrance of having spoken to her, but what the words were he could not recall.

He stretched himself painfully.

The foot pained frightfully, and his face felt hot and feverish; he was woefully weak and his nerves were tingling--but he was alive.
The girl looked up at his movement.

Her lips opened and she held up a warning hand.
"You are to be very quiet," she admonished.
He smiled weakly and obeyed her, leaning back, his gaze on the slate-blue of the sky.