Keeping the revolver ready, Shirley followed him.
Shirley had left the horse just outside the hotel. Jones stopped near the animal.
“Put him across the saddle,” Shirley commanded.
Jones obeyed.
“Now,” said the girl, “take yourself away from here just as quick as you can.”
Without a word Jones turned and walked rapidly down the street.
Shirley climbed to the saddle, and taking the reins in her right hand, she clutched Jimmy’s inert body with her left.
The girl had no means of telling how badly the lad was hurt, and her one thought was to get him to a doctor as quickly as possible. It was getting late now, and dusk was coming on.
“I guess I had better take him to Mr. Wilson’s,” said the girl to herself.
She turned her horse in that direction.