Reaching for the man's left wrist and resting two fingers on his pulse, Tom added, gently: "Tell me all about it, senor." "There is not much to tell," panted the stranger, weakly, for Tom's landing on him had jarred him severely.

"I am sick, as you can see." "Oh, that isn't much," said Tom, blithely.

"With decent care you will soon he well.

It is plain that you are a gentleman--no _peon_.

Yonder, some distance, is a house where I think you are very likely to be well taken care of.