CHAPTER XV.
AN HOUR AND A PARTING.
Arriving at the sugar-house, tired yet strong, Gabriel put the wounded girl down, quickly raked together a few armfuls of dead leaves, in the most sheltered corner of the ramshackle structure, and laid the heavy auto-robe upon this improvised bed.

Then he helped his patient to lie down, there, and bade her wait till he got water to wash and dress her cut.
"Don't worry about anything," he reassured her.

"You're alive, and that's the main thing, now.

I'll see you through with this, whatever happens.

Just keep calm, and don't let anything distress you!" She looked at him with big, anxious eyes--eyes where still the full light of understanding had not yet returned.
"It--it all happened so suddenly!" she managed to articulate.