They'd have found it, if it hadn't been for you." "Found what ?" asked Orlando, as he helped the old man towards the camp-fire, himself in pain, and a dizziness coming over him.
"Found your six thousand dollars that Burlingame paid me to-day," gasped the old man, spasmodically; "but it's here-it's here!" He caught at his breast with devouring greed.
Somehow the agitated joy of the old man revolted Orlando.

He had a sudden rush of repulsion; but he fought it down.
"Are you all right ?" he asked.

"Are you all right ?" Somehow the sound of his own voice was very weak.

"Yes, I'm all right," Mazarine said, and he called to his horse near by.
The horse did not stir, and the old man, whose breath came almost normally now, moved over and caught its bridle.
In a dazed kind of way, and with growing unsteadiness, Orlando walked towards the camp-fire.

He was leaning against his horse, and opening his coat and waistcoat to find the wound in his side and staunch it with the kerchief from his neck, when Mazarine came up.
"What's that on your coat and breeches?
Say, you're all bloody!" exclaimed Mazarine.