He did not bleed at the mouth; however, he began to cough up a reddish-tinged foam.
As they rode on, Jennie, with pale face and mute lips, looked at him.
"I'm badly hurt, Jennie," he said, "but I guess I'll stick it out." "The woman--did she shoot you ?" "Yes.

She was a devil.

Euchre told me to look out for her.

I wasn't quick enough." "You didn't have to--to--" shivered the girl.
"No! no!" he replied.
They did not stop climbing while Duane tore a scarf and made compresses, which he bound tightly over his wounds.

The fresh horses made fast time up the rough trail.