Looking up into the face of Anderson Crow, Gregory smiled through his pain and said hoarsely: "Damned rotten luck; but if we had to be taken, I'm glad you did it, Crow.

You're a good fool, anyway.

But for God's sake, get me to a doctor." "Dang it! I'm sorry fer you, Mr.Gregory--" began Anderson, ready to cry.
"Don't waste your time, old man.

I need the doctor.

Are the others dead ?" he groaned.
"I don't know," replied Jackie Blake.