He nailed me fair and square while I was blockin' him at the door." "How d'you feel ?" "Done for, Shorty, but damned glad that-----" His voice died away in a horrible whisper and bubbles of red foam rose to his lips.
"God!" groaned Shorty, and then called loudly, as if the strength of his voice might recall the other, "Calamity!" The eyes of Calamity rolled up; the wide lips twisted over formless words; there was no sound from his mouth.

Someone was holding a lantern whose light fell full on the silent struggle.

It was Nash, his habitual sneer grown more malevolent than ever.
"What of the feller that done it, Shorty ?" he suggested.
"So help me God," said the cattleman, with surprising softness, "the range ain't big enough to keep him away from me." Drew, completing his bandage, said, "That's enough of such talk, Nash.
Let it drop there.

Here, Kilrain, take his feet.

Help me into the house with him." They moved in, the rest trailing behind like sheep after a bell-weather, and it was astonishing to see the care with which big Drew handled his burden, placing it at last on his own four-poster bed.
"The old man's all busted up," said little Duffy to Nash.