Your pulse is a hundred and twenty, and you're breathing thirty-two times to the minute.

You must have a good bed, be covered comfortably and have plenty of water to drink while we're getting some medicines for you." "You are indeed kind, but I fear," protested the stranger, "that you will attract attention my way, and then I shall be captured." Tom studied the face of the sick man keenly.
"I wish you would tell me something about yourself," the young engineer hinted.

"It might help me to decide what it is best to do for you." "Senor," begged the stranger, with a start of dread "it would be a great kindness to me if you would go away and leave me here.
Do not come back--and forget that you have seen me." "It can't be done," replied Tom, with gentle positiveness.

"It wouldn't be in American nature to go away and leave a fellow creature to die of helplessness when a little care and nursing ought to put that man on his feet again.

But I won't argue with you, for I see the excitement is bringing a deeper flush into your face.
Senor, as you are a gentleman trust another gentleman to serve you loyally and not betray you.