The man was already dead, the bullet having hit him a few inches above the heart.
"He is dead, father." "I think you had better lift him up on the foot board behind; James can ride his horse.

We will hand the body over to the constable at Reigate.
He may know who he is, or find something upon him that may afford a clew that will lead to the capture of his companion." "No, I don't know him, Squire," the constable said as they stopped before his house and told him what had happened.

"However, he certainly is dead, and I will get one of the men to help me carry him into the shed behind the courthouse.

So you say that you think that the other is wounded ?" "I am pretty sure he is.

I heard him give an exclamation as my son fired." "That is good shooting, Mr.Mark," the constable said.