Bill Isbel was holding his shoulder, where red splotches appeared on his shirt.

He shook his head at Jean, evidently to make light of the wound.

The women and children were lying face down and could not see what was happening.
Plain is was that Bill did not want them to know.

Blaisdell bound up the bloody shoulder with a scarf.
Steady firing from the rustlers went on, at the rate of one shot every few minutes.

The Isbels did not return these.