The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-01-04
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feeling of relief that passed over him
Are you badly wounded?" he ask
ed.
Il don't know how bad it is. 1t Is
here somewhere" the man said. plac
Ing his hand on his breast, as if not
certain Of the exact spot. 1T feels
numb-Gke," lie added. STOPPING down
Cranddll unbuckled and took off the
mans pistol belt and threw it into the
snow, where lay his rife, and then
tore open the mans shirt. As he did
50 his fingers came in contact with the
warm blood, and he involuntarily drew
back with feeling of disgust.
Did you find lt?" asked the man,
who was watching him closely, and
who had observed the movement.
Recalled to himself by the question,
Crandall again tore at the shirt. ex-
posing The breast Where the blood
did not cover it it looked like marble.
despite the dark hair on it. He could
not see the wound on account of the
blood dntil he had wiped the latter
from lhe breast. and then he found it.
Nv nat do you think of 2" the man
asked
There it is replied Crandall. He
could not say more. The appealing
tone III the man S voice for some hope
some encouragement him
feel faint and sick
NV hat 90 you think of it?' the man
repeated, in querulous voice, and as
he did SO he coughed until his mouth
filled with blood, and he spat it out on
the white snow.
Crandall shook his head and walk
ed toward where his horse was tied.
He felt that if he watched the
wounded man any longer he would
faint. Noticing his walking away, the
wounded man said:
For Gods sake, don't leave me.
Now that you have killed me stay
with me, ana don't let me die lis a
dog"
The voice was one of entreaty. and
Crandall returned and seated himself
IN the SHOW by the mans side. The
sun had gone down, and the twilight
had come on, bringing with it the
chill Of night. Crandall covered the
wounded mans body with his overcoat.
! and raised his head from the snow.
Almost uncOnseiously he noted that as
the patch of red made by the blood
grew larger and larger, the face Of the
wounded man grew winter and winter
He never took his eyes from Crandall's
face, while his breath came quicker
and shorter, as if he breathed with
labor. With each breath the blood
seemed to bubble from the wound in
the breast. One of the mans hands
| fell from under the coat that covered
him. As Crandall raised it from the
snow It's GOODNESS sent a chill through
| HIM. Once he had asked the wound
ed man if he could DO anything for
him; bat the man had only shaken his
mead IN reply. Crandall felt like re-
wiling. himself for what he had done,
and wondered why the wounded man
did not reproach him. Even when he
expressed his sorrow at having shot
HIM, the dying man had said, gently:
Don't mind it. It's too late now"
The twilight gave way to darkness,
! and still he sat there. He could not
hear the dying man breathe without
leaning over his face He did this
but once though, and then the dying
man had opened his eyes and looked
up into his face inquiringly. Gran
dali would rather nave stayed there
until morning than to have caught
that look again.
Suddenly he heard voice call to
HIM. He started as if he had been
fired at, but it was only Lansing. AS
he answered the call, Lansing rode
forward and, seeing the out-stretched
form on the snow, said:
"By God, you got him!"
"Hush!" replied Crandall, fearful
lest the wounded man would hear
the exulting tone which grated on
his own ears as nothing had ever
before done. But not minding the
admonition. Lansing dismounted, and
striking a match held it close to the
mans face. 1t was pale and cold,
and the half-opened eyes were glazed.
They did not even reflect the light
made from the match, but from the
partly opened mouth tiny stream
of half congealed blood seemed to be
; still flowing down over the beard.
"That's him, and it's a pretty good
days work we have done by earning
that reward said Lansing, coolly
as the match went out.
Somehow, though. as Crandall lay
awake through the night, within a
few yards of the body, to keep the
the wolves from it so that it would
be unmarried in the morning, when
they would lash it to a horse and
take it into the settlements for iden-
= tlhcation, he wondered why Lansing
could sleep so soundly. As for him
self, the rigid form, covered with
only saddle blanket, lying where
the snow was red instead of white
was always before his eyes, ever
when he closed them.
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. anxious to get business from a firm
[ that advertised in his field. and wrote
I soliciting an order for his paper Th,
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e go?"
+ With promptness Jack answered
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