human
May be she wasn't hurt, and has gone to that house to wait, thought the boy, pausing for a last survey of the great, sunny field, which had no place of shelter in it but one rock on the other side of the little stream. As his eye wandered over it, something dark seemed to blow out from behind it, as if the wind played in the folds of a skirt, or a human limb moved. Away went Lita, and in a moment Ben had found Miss Celia, lying in the shadow of the rock, so white and motionless he feared that she was dead. He leaped down, touched her, spoke to her, and receiving no answer, rushed away to bring a little water in his leaky hat to sprinkle in her face, as he had seen them do when any of the riders got a fall in the circus, or fainted from exhaustion after they left the ring, where
gpt
My good little Ben, I knew you'd find me--I sent Lita for you--I'm so hurt I couldn't come.
human
Oh, where? What shall I do? Had I better run up to the house?
gpt
I feel bruised all over, and my arm is broken, I'm afraid. Lita tried not to hurt me. She slipped, and we went down. I came here into the shade, and the pain made me faint, I suppose. Call somebody, and get me home.
human
Aint a man nowheres around. All down in the big medder gettin' in hay, was her reply to Ben's breathless demand for
gpt
Who's your folks? What's broke? How'd she fall? Where is she? Why didn't she come right here? Is it a sunstroke?