"For God's sake, get her to Burral's place, Dick!" said he. "Burral's wife is a nurse and will know what to do. Can you two fellows carry her? I would help you—but I can't see very well. I'll come on behind."
Gay helped to lift Marice into the two men's arms, and they went ahead with their moaning burden; then she came back to Druro, who was staggering vaguely along.
"Let me help you, Lundi. Lean on me."
He put out an arm, and she caught it and placed it around her shoulders.
"I can't see, Gay," he said, in a voice that was quite steady yet had in it some quality of terrible apprehension. She peered into his face. The moon had become obscured, but she could see that his eyes were wide open with torn lids. There was a great gash down his cheek.
"Come quickly!" she cried, her voice trembling with tears. "Oh, come quickly, Lundi! We must bathe and dress your wounds as soon as possible. Leopard wounds are terribly poisonous."
"All right," he said. "Sure you don't mind my leaning on you? I hope they get a doctor at once for Mrs. Hading."
They went forward slowly, he taking curiously uneven steps. She was tall, but he had to stoop a little to keep his hold on her.
"There hasn't been a leopard in these parts for nearly two years," he mused. "The last was shot on my mine the day we struck the reef—that is why we called it the Leopard. You remember, Gay? Do you think Mrs. Hading is badly wounded?"
"Her throat and chest are very much torn, but I don't think the wounds are deep."