"You are a brave man, Deadwood Dick, no gainsaying that. What you have just said would be sufficient warrant for me to put you to the death at once, for my own protection."
"You have it in your power to do that, but you are honor bound to give me a chance for my life."
"Shall we carry out our duel?"
"I am not your match in condition, after this wound."
"Well, you may be in a day or two. Tie up his head for him, Susana, and we'll go home."
The young woman tore a handkerchief and made a temporary bandage, which she wound around Dick's head, covering the wound, and secured with pins.
"There, that will do until we get to the cabin," she said. "When we get there I will tie it up better and make it more comfortable for you. While we are foes, yet I can do that for you in mercy."
"You have not told me who shot me," said Dick.
The young woman flushed.
"Nor do we intend to," said Captain Joaquin. "Be satisfied that you are alive, and ask no questions."