Bending over Sogun, he heard the latter groan, and in an instant Sanderson was racing to the river for water.
He bathed Sogun's wound--which was low on the left side, under the heart, and, after working over him for five or ten minutes, giving him whisky from a flask he found in the chuck wagon, and talking to the man in an effort to force him into consciousness, he was rewarded by seeing Sogun open his eyes.
Sogun looked perplexedly at Sanderson, whose face was close.
There was recognition in Sogun's eyes--the calm of reason was swimming in them.
He half smiled.

"So you wriggled out of it, boss, eh?
It was a clean-up, for sure.

I seen them get the other boys.

I emptied my gun, an' was fillin' her again when they got me." "Who ?" demanded Sanderson sharply.
"Dale an' his gang.

They was a bunch of them--twenty, mebbe.