It beats; it indicates extreme weakness, but not absolute danger of death.
Then the wounded man is carried inside--tenderly borne, as if he, too, were a brother--laid upon a couch, and looked after with all the skill the grey-haired _medico_ can command, with all the assiduity of her who has brought him to the house, and him she calls "Hermano." As soon as the stranger has been disposed of, between these two there is a dialogue--the brother seeking explanations from the sister, though first imparting information to her.

He knows the man she has saved; telling her how and where their acquaintance was made.

Few words suffice, for already is the story known to her.

In return, she too gives relation of what has happened--how, after her chase upon the plain, coming back successful, she saw the zopilotes, and was by them attracted out of her way; narrating all the rest already told.
And now nothing more can be known.

The man still lives--thank Heaven for that!--but lies on the couch unconscious of all around him.