I also saw that the sun was bright.

I realized that there must have been a fight of some sort, but did not trouble to know whence the arrow had come to me, for my mind could grasp nothing more than simple things.
Thus I felt that my head was not uncomfortable, after all.

I looked again, and saw that it rested on Ellen Meriwether's knees.

She sat on the sand, gently stroking my forehead, pushing back the hair.

She had turned my head so that the wound would not be pressed.