The Ely miner., 1912-03-22

out perceiving more he knew already
and swore fiercely, spurring his horse
mercilessly, forgetful of all else, even
the girl, in his intense desire to reach
and touch the bodies. He had begged
to do this himself, to be privileged
to seek this man Hawley, to kill him
but now he was the physician, with no
other thought except a hope to save.
Before his horse had even stopped he
flung himself from the saddle. ran
forward and dropped on his knees be-
side Keith, bending his ear to the
chest, grasping the wrist in his fin
gers. AS the others approached, he
glanced up, no conception now of
aught save his own professional work
Water, Bristoe,' he exclaimed
sharply. Dash some brandy in it.
Quick now. There, that's it; hold his
head up-higher. Yes, you do it, Miss
Hope; here. Ben. take this, and pry
his teeth open-well. he got a swallow
anyhow. Hold him Just as he is-can
you stand it? I've got to find where
he was hit"
'Yes-yes," she answered. don't
don't mind me-"
He tore open the wooden shirt,
soaked with blood already hardening,
felt within with skilled fingers, his
eyes keen, his lips muttering uncon-
sciously.
Quarter of an fnch-quarter Of an
inch too high-scraped the lung.
Lord, If / can only get it out-got to
do 1t now-can't wait-here, Bristoe,
that leather case on my saddle-run,
damn you-well save him yet, girl
there, drop his head in your lap-yes,
cry II you want to-oply hold still
open the case, will you-down here,
where l can reach it-nov waterfall
our canteens-Hope. tear me off a
strip of your under-skirt-vhat am 1
goi1g to do?-extract the ba,l-got to
do tt--blood poison in this SUM-"
she ripped her skirt, handing it to
him without a word; then dropped her
white face IN her hands. bending,
WITT closed eyes, over the whittier face
resting on her lap, her lips trembling
witf the one prayer, "Oh, God! Oh.
Gof !" How long he was at it, or
whit he did, she scarcely knew-she
hesfn the splash of water; caught the
flash Of the sun on the probe; felt the
haE conscioua shudder of the wound
ed man, whore mead was in her lap,
the 6eft, quick movements of Fair
baih. and theF-
That's tive got ft-missed the
lung by hair damn me I'm proud of
that 1ub-you'te a good girl"
She looked at him, scarce able to
see, hnr eyes blinded with tears.
'Wrl-will he live? Oh, tell mel"
Tive! Why shouldn't he?-nothing
but hole t6 close up-nature'il do
that, with bit of nursing-here, now
don't you keel over-give me the rest
of that skirt
He bandaged the wound. then
glanced about suddenly.
"How's the other fellow?"
Dead" returned Bristoe, "shot
through the heart"
Thought so-have seen Keith shoot
before wonder how the cuss ever
managed to get him"
As he arose to nls feet, his red face
glistening with perspiration, and be-
gan strapping his leather case, the
others rode up, and Bristoe, explaining
the situation, set the men to making
preparations for pushing on to the
water-hole. Blankets were swung be-
tween ponies. and the bodies of the
dead and wounded deposited therein,
firm hands on the brides. Hope rode
close beside Keith, struggling to keep
back the tears, as she watched him
lying motionless, unconscious, scarce
ly breathing. So, under the early glow
of the desert stars, they came to the
water-hole. and halted.
The wounded man opened his eyes,
and looked about him unable to COM
prehend. At first all was dark, silent:
then he saw the stars overhead, and
breath OF air famed the nearby IRE,