Then her glance wandered away, and finally rested
upon another little kneeling group a few yards farther down stream. A
look of fresh intelligence swept into her face.
"Is that him?" she questioned, tremblingly. "Is--is he dead?"
"He was n't when we first got here, but mighty near gone, I'm afraid.
I've been working over you ever since."
She shook herself free and sat weakly up, her lips tight compressed,
her eyes apparently blind to all save that motionless body she could
barely distinguish. "Let me tell you, that fellow's a man, just the
same; the gamest, nerviest man I ever saw. I reckon he got hit, too,
though he never said nothing about it. That's his style."
The deeply interested lieutenant removed his watchful eyes from off his
charge just long enough to glance inquiringly across his shoulder.
"Has the man any signs of a wound, sergeant?" he asked, loudly.
"A mighty ugly slug in the shoulder, sir; has bled scandalous, but I
guess it 's the very luck that's goin' to save him; seems now to be
comin' out all right."
The officer's brows knitted savagely. "It begins to look as if this
might be some of our business.
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