He lifted her limp hand gently and felt her little wrist for her pulse.
Just then her eyelids quivered; her lips moved slightly, stopped, moved again with a faint sigh; and then her eyelids opened slowly, and again those blue eyes gazed up at him with a vague inquiry.
The next second she appeared to recover consciousness.

She drew a long, deep breath, as though she were returning from some unknown deep, and a faint little color flickered in her cheek.
"Oh, it's you ?" she said, recognizing him.

"How do you do?
I think I must have hurt myself when I fell.

I tried to ride my horse down the bank, and he slipped and fell with me, and I do not remember much after that.

He must have run away.