"You must keep him out of the way.' "He's wounded.

You got him in the shoulder.

He's got to see a doctor.
The ball's still in there." "I knew it," said Keith, quietly.
The girl gazed at him a moment, and then looked away.
"That was the reason I have been a-pesterin' you, goin' back'ards and for'ards.

I hope you will excuse me of it," she said irrelevantly.
Keith sat quite still for a moment, as it all came over him.

It was, then, him that the man was after, not robbery, and this girl, unable to restrain her discarded suitor without pointing suspicion to him, had imperilled her life for Keith, when he was conceited enough to more than half accept the hints of strangers that she cared for him.
"We must get him away," he said, rising painfully.