Lucy had seen a few of his wandering type, and his story was so plain.

But he seemed to have a touch of pride, and this quickened her interest.
"Then I'll do what I think best for you," said Lucy.
First she unsaddled the black Nagger.

With the saddle she made a pillow for the rider's head, and she covered him with the saddle blanket.
Before she had finished this task he turned his eyes upon her.

And Lucy felt she would be haunted.

Was he badly hurt, after all?
It seemed probable.