The girl moved stealthily through the night, facing the moon that swung low, unclouded again, making all radiant. She wanted to run for home, where she could hide under blankets, but caution and fear held her to a walk. She did not cry out when she stumbled over the body; merely cowered, holding both hands over her lips. For a long time she stood by it, looking down, not daring to stoop, not daring to go away. Then the hand that sprawled on the dirt raised itself fell back; the lips parted, a moan escaped, and the head rolled from one side to the other. The fear of dead things that had been on her passed. She saw only a human being who was hurt. She dropped to her knees and took the head in her lap. "Oh, _por Dios_! It is the _señor_ who rode the horse!" she muttered, and looked quickly over her shoulder at the Rhues cabin. "They left him; they thought he was dead," she went on aloud. "They should know; he should be with them. They were going for him when the shooting began!" She looked closer into VB's face and he moaned again. His eyes opened. The girl asked a sharp question in Spanish. "Is the _señor_ much hurt?" she repeated in the language he understood. "Oh, Captain!" he moaned. "Why? Why did you--quit?" She lifted him up then and he struggled sluggishly to help himself. Once he muttered: "Oh, Gail! It hurts so!" She strained to the limits of her lithe strength until she had him on his feet. Then she drew one of his arms about her neck, bracing herself to support his lagging weight. "Come," she said comfortingly. "We will go--to them." No light showed from the Rhues cabin, but the girl was sure the men were there, or would come soon. Loyal to Julio for the dollar and the memory of his graciousness, she worked with the heart of a good Samaritan, guiding the unconscious steps of the muttering man toward the little dark blot of houses. It was a floundering progress. Twice in the first few rods the man went down and she was sorely put to get him on his feet again. But the moving about seemed to bring back his strength, and gradually he became better able to help himself. They crossed the road and passed through the gap in the fence by the cabin. VB kept muttering wildly, calling the girl Gail, calling for the Captain in a plaintive voice. "There they are now! See the light?" she whispered. "It is not much. They have covered the window. Yes." "What?" VB asked, drawing a hand across his eyes. She repeated her assertion that the men were in the cabin and he halted, refusing drunkenly to go on. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm unarmed--they--" But she tugged at him and forced him to go beside her. They progressed slowly, painfully, quietly. There was no sound, except VB's hard breathing, for they trod in dust. They approached the house and the girl put out a hand to help her along with the burden.