Tell the first sergeant to send a file of men up here with some sort of litter, on the run.

Then you ride to the Herndon house--the yellow house where the roads fork, you remember,--and tell Miss Naida Gillis (don't forget the name) that Mr.Hampton has been seriously wounded, and we are taking him to the hotel.

Can you remember that ?" "Yes, sir." "Then off with you, and don't spare the horse." He was gone instantly, and Brant began bathing the pallid, upturned face.
"You'd better lie down, Marshal," he commanded.

"You're pretty weak from loss of blood, and I can do all there is to be done until those fellows get here." In fifteen minutes they appeared, and five minutes later they were toiling slowly down to the valley, Brant walking beside his still unconscious rival.

Squads of troopers were scattered along the base of the hill, and grouped in front of the hotel.