These were the voices of two servants, a negress and a Mexican half-breed woman.
After a time the door opened and the negress came in.
She was rather old.
"Whur'm dat dar so' head ob you's?" she demanded in thick fashion. "I's gwine to dress hit fo' yo'."
"I guess you will find it on my shoulders yet, auntie," said Dick. "It was there the last I knew anything about it, anyhow. I hope you can ease the pain."
"Golly! I reckon I kin do dat dar, child. Yo' roll ober heah and let old Sal git a squint at it, and see ef I don't make it feel better. Golly! you did git a nasty one, shua 'nuff. One hair mo' to de norf-east, and yo' was a goner, shua!"
Dick had to smile at her quaint expressions. He had been in a light sleep, and felt better.
She had removed the bandage the young woman had put on.
Having brought with her a basin of water, she bathed the wound, and that done, dressed it afresh with some kind of pounded leaves.
"Have you any idea what is going to be done with me?" Dick inquired, while she was at work.