His hand was wet. Fraser caught him about the waist.
"Oh, you're wounded!"
"Yes,—glancing blow. But I tied it up."
"Lounsbury? Wounded?" It was Oliver.
"Up the coulée, Captain! Give me a horse."
The captain turned, shouting orders. The other tried to follow, Fraser supporting him.
"Here, somebody, a horse for Lounsbury."
A third man dismounted—Jamieson. He put a rope in Fraser's hand.
"Take my horse," he said. "I'll stay. Ride like the devil, Lounsbury, and soak 'em one for me!"
They helped the storekeeper mount. The command had gone. He and Fraser followed.