complained Miss Briggs. "Did the ponies run away? I mean our
ponies."

"I have been too busy to notice. If you will sit down I will see
what I can do for the poor fellow who was dragged."

Elfreda insisted on assisting, and a moment later both girls were
kneeling beside the dazed, but conscious, cowboy whose clothing
was in tatters and whose face was scarcely recognizable from the
dust that was ground into it.

Grace moistened her handkerchief with water from her canteen and
bathed the man's face, and Elfreda, producing a bottle of smelling
salts, held it to his nostrils. The cowboy quickly came out of his
daze. One arm was doubled up under his body, and this Elfreda
Briggs carefully drew out. The cowboy groaned as she did so.

"Can you lift your arm!" she asked.

"No," gritted the cowboy, his face twisting with pain as he tried
to raise the arm.

"His left arm is broken," announced Elfreda. "Men, you must get
this poor fellow to town as quickly as possible. I will make a
sling to support the arm until you can get him to a surgeon."

"Do you folks reckon you want to go back to Elk Run, too?"
questioned the guide.

"I was about to ask that question of you," replied Grace, turning