He had been shot in the side-- at the stable,
he had gasped out when Pete found him lying in the trail just
back of the store. Now he seemed beyond speech, and the little
group of section-hands, the Chinese cook at the section-house,
and the Swede foreman, and Pete seemed quite at a loss what to
do.
"Take him in and put him to bed," Miss Georgie commanded, turning
away. "See if he's bleeding yet, and--well, I should put a cold
compress on the wound, I think. I'll send for a doctor--but he
can't get here till nine o'clock unless you want to stand the
expense of a special. And by that time--"
Saunders moved his head a trifle, and lifted his heavy lids to
look at her, which so unnerved Miss Georgie that she turned and
ran to the office. When she had sent the message she sat
drumming upon the table while she waited for an answer.
"G-r-a-n-" her fingers had spelled when she became conscious of
the fact, flushed hotly, and folded her hands tightly together in
her lap.
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