In a great city he would be taken for a _savant_, though difficult to tell what he may be, seen in the Llano Estacado surrounded by a desert.

In the same place, the other and younger man is equally an enigma, for his bearing proclaims him both gentleman and soldier, while the coat on his back shows the undress uniform of an officer of more than medium rank.
It is he who answers to the apostrophe, "Hermano!" springing forward at the word, and obeying the command of his sister--for such is she whom Hamersley has accompanied to the spot.
Throwing out his arms, and receiving the wounded man as he falls insensible from the saddle, the obedient brother for a moment stands aghast, for in the face of him unconscious he recognises an old friend-- one he might no more expect to see there than to behold him falling from the sky.
He can have no explanation from the man held in his arms.

The latter has fainted--is dying--perhaps already dead.

He does not seek it, only turns to him who wears the spectacles, saying,-- "Doctor, is he, indeed, dead?
See if it be so.

Let everything be done to save him." He thus addressed takes hold of Hamersley's pulse, and, after a moment or two, pronounces upon it.