ccount of the
suffering of the wounded man. Gurley kept looking back nervously every
few minutes to see if pursuers were visible. After a time he sidled up
to Dinsmore and spoke low.

"They'll get us sure if we don't move livelier, Homer."

"How in Mexico can we move faster when Dave can't stand it?" asked
Dinsmore impatiently.

"He's a mighty sick man. He hadn't ought to be on horseback at all. He
needs a doctor."

"Will you go an' get him one?" demanded Homer with sour sarcasm.

"What I say is, let's fix him up comfortable, an' after a while mebbe a
posse will come along an' pick him up. They can look after him better
than we got a chance to do," argued Gurley.

"And mebbe a posse won't find him--what then?" rasped Dinsmore.

"They will. If they don't, he'll die easy. This is sure enough hell for
him now."

"All right. Shall we stop right here with him?"

"That wouldn't do any good, Homer. The Rangers would get us too."

"I see. Yore idea is to let Dave die easy while we're savin' our hides.
Steve, you've got a streak in you a foot wide."

"Nothin' like that," protested the man with the eyes that didn't track.
"I'd stay by him if it was any use. But it ain't. Whyfor should you an'
me stretch a rope when we can't help Dave a mite? It ain't reasonable."

Overstreet could not hear what was said, but he guessed the tenor of
their talk. "Go ahead, boys, an' leave me. I'm about done anyhow," he
said.

"If Gurley has a mind to go, he can. I'll stick," answered Dinsmore
gruffly.

But Gurley did not want to go alone. There were possible dangers to be
faced that two men could meet a good deal more safely than one. It might
be that they would have to stand off a posse. They might meet Indians.
The sallow outlaw felt that he could not afford just now to break with
his companion. It was not likely that the Rangers would reach them that
night, and he guessed craftily that Overstreet would not live till
morning. The wound was a very serious one. The man had traveled miles
before Dinsmore could stop to give him such slight first aid as was
possible, and the jolting of the long horseback ride had made it
difficult to stop the bleeding which broke out again and again.

After Dinsmore had eased the wounded man from his horse at dusk and laid
him on a blanket with a saddle for a pillow, Overstreet smiled faintly
up at him.

"It won't be for long, Homer. You'll be shet of me right soon now," he
murmured.

"Don't you