"Can you do that here, Doctor, or should we move him?" Hurst asked, looking back up the hill where he could see two of his servants approaching, carrying between them a make-shift stretcher made from picnic rugs. "The house would be better, and we could move him quickly." He finished, hoping that the poor soul would recover. He did not particularly want the fellow's family wanting recompense.
"SeƱorita, do you know this man? Does he have any kin who I should inform?" He asked Sabana as he crouched by the doctor, looking from their patient to the Spaniard.