The guide and hunter, like most of his calling, is a rough practical surgeon; and after giving the wound a hurried examination, pronounces it "only a scratch," then urges his companion onward.
Again starting, they proceed at the same quick pace; but before they have made another mile the wounded man feels his weakness sensibly overcoming him.

Then the rapid run is succeeded by a slow dog-trot, soon decreasing to a walk, at length ending in a dead stop.
"I can go no farther, Walt; not if all the devils of hell were at my heels.

I've done my best.

If they come after you keep on, and leave me." "Niver, Frank Hamersley, niver! Walt Wilder ain't the man to sep'rate from a kumrade, and leave him in a fix that way.

If ye must pull up, so do this child.