When he again beheld the sun, a girl was kneeling beside him, a girl with dark, troubled eyes. She offered him wine from a wicker jug. He drank and felt better.
"Are you hurt badly?" she asked.
"Am—I—all here?" queried Sundown.
"I guess so. You seem to be."
"Was anybody else killed in the wreck?"
The girl smiled. "You're feeling better. Let me help you to sit up."
Sundown for the moment felt disinclined to move. He was in fact pretty thoroughly used up. "Say, did he win?" he queried finally.
"Who?"
"Me dog, Chance. I got the start at first, but he kind of got ahead for a spell."
"I don't know. Chance is right behind you. He's out of breath."