"I'll get him to Okar--to the doctor.
Then, after the doc patches him up--if he can--an' I still think he needs killing I'll do it." So he brought Dale's horse near.

The animal had had a long rest, and had regained his strength.
Sanderson bent to Dale and lifted his shoulders, so that he might get an arm under him, to carry him to his horse.

But at the first movement Dale groaned and opened his eyes, looking directly into Sanderson's.
"Don't!" he said, "for God's sake, don't! You'll break me apart! It's my back--it's broke.

I've felt you workin' around me for hours.

But it won't do any good--I'm done.