Demons had been assaulting him in his sleep.

Now there is an angel before his eyes.
The young girl has ceased speaking; and as the vertigo, caused by his sudden uprising, has cleared away from his brain, he begins to believe in the reality of the objects around him.
The shock of surprise has imparted a momentary strength that soon passes; and his feebleness once more returning, he would fall back to the earth did he not clutch hold of the yucca, whose stiff blades sustain him.
"_Valga me Dios_!" exclaims the girl, now more clearly perceiving his condition.

"_Ay de mi_!" she repeats in a compassionate tone, "you are suffering, sir?
Is it hunger?
Is it thirst?
You have been lost upon the Llano Estacado ?" "Hunger, thirst--both, senorita," he answers, speaking for the first time.

"For days I have not tasted either food or drink." "_Virgen santissima_! is that so ?" As she says this she returns to her horse; and, jerking a little wallet from the saddle, along, with a suspended gourd, again advances towards him.
"Here, senor!" she says, plunging her hand into the bag and bringing forth some cold _tortillas_, "this is all I have; I've been the whole day from home, and the rest I've eaten.

Take the water first; no doubt you need that most.