"I can't walk, for he shot me through the back.
Will you get me into the hut ?" "Sure!" replied Jimmie.

"You're pretty tough as a human proposition, but we can't see you suffer out here in the rain." "Before you go any further," the man said, then, "see if Downs is dead.
If I didn't get him right, he'll kill some one before he dies." Nestor and Frank walked over to the body and made a quick examination.
"Stone dead," they said.

"He never knew what hit him!" "I am glad of that," Big Bob said.

"Now get me into the hut." The wounded man was carried into the hut and laid down on a heap of coats before the fire.

It was easy to see that he was fatally injured, and the boys gathered about him with pale faces.
"I'm glad none of us shot him!" Frank said.
The storm grew wilder at midnight, the wind blowing in great gusts and the rain falling in sheets.