"Quick Where is the doctor?" cried a woman in great distress. "This poor Indian is bleeding to death " "Dr. de Rivero isn't here," answered Martin de Porres, the 12-year-old black boy who was the doctor's helper. "But don't worry. I'll look after the man." "This is not time for jokes " answered the woman scornfully. "Quick Where is there another doctor's shop?" "There isn't time," said Martin calmly. "Here, help me open the door to bring the poor man inside." The Indian was brought in. "Don't worry," Martin whispered to the moaning patient as he got out a clean cloth. "You're going to be...