Wire for a doctor, quick as yuh can.
He ain't dead yet--but he's goin' t' die, sure.

Hurry up and wire--" Somebody at the store called to him, and he broke off to run lumberingly in answer to the summons.

Miss Georgie made haste to follow him.
Saunders was lying upon a blanket on the store platform, and Miss Georgie shuddered as she looked at him.
He was pasty white, and his eyes looked glassy under his half-closed lids.

He had been shot in the side--at the stable, he had gasped out when Pete found him lying in the trail just back of the store.

Now he seemed beyond speech, and the little group of section-hands, the Chinese cook at the section-house, and the Swede foreman, and Pete seemed quite at a loss what to do.
"Take him in and put him to bed," Miss Georgie commanded, turning away.
"See if he's bleeding yet, and--well, I should put a cold compress on the wound, I think.