Eye, nose, forehead, and mouth were all one unrecognisable lump, while fragments of bark and splinters still stuck to the skin.

In the corner sat the old mother, crying feebly.
Disregarding the old woman, Ellen made a swift examination of Mick's injuries, but as soon as he felt her touch on his face he sprang to his feet and struck at her.
Just as he did so, Carew rushed in and threw his arms round the madman.
In that grip even Red Mick had no power to move.
"Just hold him quiet," said Ellen, "till I have a look"-- and she rapidly ran her fingers over the wound.

"Very bad.

I think there must be a bit of the skull pressing on the brain.

We can't do much till the Doctor comes.