"Sí," said Miguel. "Don't leave ... the chapel...."
"I want to get Dr. Velasco."
"No."
"Here—I'll stop the blood with my undershirt."
In a few seconds he had yanked off his undershirt. With a jerk, he tore it and began to bind Miguel's head.
"You'll be all right. God will help you."
"Can you stop the blood?"
"Yes. Hold that piece of cloth. How did it happen?"
"As I walked past ... the chapel."
Gabriel worked swiftly.