r let 'er know ter wake up.
Them kids inside was a hollerin', '_Hit 'er up!" 'Step on 'er!' 'Give
'er the gas!_' and all sech nonsense. Well, by gorry, I never seed sech
a night since Noah sailed away in the ark, I didn't. So ye'll understand
I was'n' fer bein' surprised at nuthin' I see. Ghosts nor nuthin'.
"Well, all of a sudden Lefty begins to jump and rear step sideways and
was like to drag us all in the ditch when what do I see but that there
thing, like a ghost or somethin' it was, hangin' onter her bridle. It
was makin' some kind of a noise, I dunno what. First off I thought plum
certain it was a ghost. Then I thought it was Hasbrooks' boy, that's
what I thought, on account o' him havin' them fits and maybe bein'
buried alive. It was me that druv the hearse fer 'im only a week back.
And I says then to Corby that was sittin' with me, I says, no son o'
mine that ever had them fits would be buried in three days, not if I
knowed it. Safety first, I said, dead or livin'.
"Well, I hollered to him what he wanted there and I didn't get no answer
so I got down. And all the rest o' that howlin' pack got out, and the
two men. I guess they thought we was held up, Jesse James like. Only the
little codger stayed inside.
"Well, there he was, all tore and bloody and not enough duds left to
stop up a rat-hole. And we hed ter force his hand open, he was hangin'
onter the bridle that hard."
Well, that was about all there was to it; the rest was told by many
mouths. They forced open his grip on the horse's bridle and he collapsed
and lay unconscious on the ground. They lifted him and carried him
gently into the bus, and laid him on one of the long seats. His left
foot was shoeless and lacerated.
There were a couple of first aid scouts in the party, and they did what
they could for him, bathing his face and trying to restore some measure
of repose to his jangled nerves. They washed his torn foot with
antiseptic while one kept a cautious hold upon his fluttering pulse.
They administered a heart stimulant out of their kit, and waited. He did
not speak nor open his eyes, save momentarily at intervals, when he
stared vacantly. But the stout heart which had served him in his
superhuman effort, would not desert him now, and in a little while the
brother scout who held his wrist laid it gently down and, in a kind of
freakish impulse, made the full scout salute to the unconscious figure.
That seemed odd, too, because at camp he was
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