All was expectation. The approaching horse started into a jolting trot. As he neared the barn he began to buck. The inevitable followed. Over the horse's head went the passengers in a heap. The twins quickly extricated themselves, and sprang up uninjured; but the two visitors lay unconscious.
"Quick, Samuel, bring water!" directed Mrs. Murphy.
In a few minutes, she dashed water in the unconscious faces, and watched anxiously. The water soon restored Esther, who had been stunned by the fall. At last Wathemah opened his eyes, and saw his teacher kneeling by his side. He tried to rise, but fell back with a cry of pain. One arm lay limp by his side. It was evident that his arm was broken.
"Is there a surgeon anywhere near Gila?" she asked anxiously.
"There's one about fifteen miles away," responded Joseph.
"Then I'll try to set Wathemah's arm myself. Several times I have helped my uncle set broken bones. Could you bring me some flat splints about this size?" she asked, showing Joseph what she wanted.
"Yes, mum," answered the boy, starting on his errand.
"And some strips of muslin, and some pins, Mrs. Murphy?" she continued.
In a few moments the articles were ready. By this time Wathemah had recovered consciousness.
"You have broken your arm, dear," she said. "I am going to set it. It'll hurt you, but I want you to be brave and keep very still."