"How does it feel?"
"Can scarcely see ... for the pain."
"I saw the men, had a good look. Who the hell does Pedro think he is! Here, let me pull open your shirt, Raul. You're bleeding."
"A handkerchief in my back pocket."
"I'll need it for the wound."
"Wait ... have to move," said Raul, sitting up, so Manuel could pull out the handkerchief. "Got to move more ... this way ... try to shake the pain."
"Do you think you'll be able to ride?"
"Later ... I'll manage."
"You're hit deep.... Let me tear the handkerchief and make a wad."
"Aah ... aah ... I taste blood."