'Here it is; you have shot him in the left side.'
'Do you think it is fatal?' Roland asked composedly.
'I cannot say; but I really have little hope otherwise.' It was hard
to weigh the value of this statement. It was decidedly an equivocal
one.
'I would most certainly advise you to get out of the way, Mr. Gray.
He seems to have no pulse. By the way, are you hit?'
'Yes.'
'Good God, where?' He pointed to his breast; and to the horror of
Harland blood was oozing through his waistcoat.
'Let me attend to you,' the doctor, who had the heartiest sympathy
for our hero, cried, springing up.
'No; you must attend to him. Besides, as I expected, here come the
officers, good-bye.' In a moment he was upon his horse, and galloping
across the stubble-stretches, and clearing the snake fences that
divided field from field, like a bird. The magistrate and two
constables, for such were the officials that comprised the
interrupting party, no sooner saw Roland in flight, than they turned
in pursuit at a rate of speed equal to his own, and called upon him to
surrender. He made no reply.
'Then, men, fire upon him,' the magistrate shouted.
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