Kenneth Hastings, now conscious, was lying on a bed in the Clayton home. John Clayton bent over him, staunching the blood the best he could. In the midst of this, they heard a sharp cry from Esther. "What is it?" questioned Kenneth. "Miss Bright!" exclaimed John Clayton, starting towards the room where the teacher and his wife were. Returning, he explained that Esther had apparently sprained her ankle, for it was badly swollen, and probably very painful, when Mrs. Clayton attempted to remove her shoe. Kenneth made no response, but, for a while, lay with eyes closed. He started when John Clayton told him that, as yet, Esther had not recognized any of the family. It was a long and anxious night for the ones who watched. In the morning, when Esther wakened, she called her companion by name. "Carla," she said, "I dreamed something dreadful had happened." As she spoke, she attempted to rise. A twinge of pain in her foot stopped her. "What has happened?" she asked. "You sprained your ankle yesterday," Carla explained. "Yesterday?" she repeated, in a puzzled way, as if trying to think of something. "Strange, but I can't recall yesterday." "Dr. Mishell is coming to look at your ankle soon." "Dr. Mishell! Dr. Mishell!" Esther said, slowly. Then a light came into her face. "Oh, yes! Now I remember. He came to Gila to see our sick people once, didn't he? I must dress so as to make the rounds with him." So saying, she started again to rise, but sank back with a pale face. "My foot, and head, and throat are so painful. It's so queer. I feel ill, too. What has happened?" she asked again. "You were injured, somehow," explained Carla, "and were unconscious, when found. Mr. Hastings was unconscious, too." "Mr. Hastings? Is he here?" "Yes." "And sick?" "Very. Dr. Mishell and Sister Mercy, the Catholic sister, are with him now." "I must help take care of Mr. Hastings, Carla." "By and by, perhaps," said the girl, soothingly. "You must get well yourself first." Kenneth Hastings' condition proved to be more serious than they thought, and Dr. Mishell looked grave. He had removed the bullet, and Sister Mercy had assisted him. When at last the wound was dressed, Dr. Mishell visited the other patient. He examined her ankle, and pronounced it a bad sprain. He examined her head, and looking towards Mrs. Clayton, said: "It is as you surmised, concussion. Probably due to a fall." He gave a few directions to Sister Mercy, and after a few gruff, but kindly, words, departed, to look after his other patients in Gila. Now, Carla Earle began her career as a nurse, and soon her ministrations were known in every house, and shack, where fever had entered.