And so did a dozen more of the fellies.

He's deader'n hell this minute, so don't you worry none over that.

Don't worry over nothing," he added gently, folding his coat to put under Sim's head.

He had seen gun shot wounds before in his life on the rough jobs, and he knew.
"Get a board, or something, boys," he said.

So presently they brought a plank, and eased Sim Gage gently to it, men at each end lifting him, others steadying him as he was carried.