"Lucky you don't use soft nosed bullets, friend." A deep sigh came from Cassidy's lips.

His eyelids fluttered, and then slowly his eyes opened.

The girl was bending over him, and Cassidy saw only her face, and the brown sheen of her hair.
"He'll live ?" Jolly Roger said tremulously.
The older man remained mute.

It was Cassidy, turning his head a little, who answered weakly.
"Don't worry, McKay.

I'll--live." Jolly Roger bent over the cot, between Cassidy and the girl.