Dave was frozen and horrified.

Both gazed fixedly across the mesa to where the cottonwoods could be seen.
"Is Mike alive yet ?" Bryant asked presently, in an unsteady voice.
"No; not now.

I found a piece of iron and hammered the nails free.
Then I lifted him down and carried him to the creek and washed his wounds.

But he died.

I see his eyes yet, looking up at me." For a little she was overcome.