"To the last drop of blood, you are right."
They were walking to where Deadwood Dick lay while talking thus.
As they came near they heard a slight groan, and the young woman gave a start and turned pale.
"Your shot was not so fatal, after all," said the Red Rover.
"He must be dying," said the young woman. "I aimed carefully at his head."
"And succeeded finely in stunning him. See there, you made a neat little crease just over the temple. You will have to finish the job."
"Heavens, no!"
"Why not?"
"I could not do it now, since you are out of danger; besides, he is down and cannot help himself."
Captain Joaquin drew a pistol and cocked it.