“Can’t tell. No; not very bad, or he would have lain still. Has he come to you?”
“Yes,” said Abel, from the other side of the door; “he has shoved his head against me.”
There was a pause then, and an ejaculation full of horror.
“What is it?” anxiously.
“Ugh! The poor fellow’s bleeding!”
Chapter Thirty Three.
A death shriek.
“Wait a bit—wait a bit!” said Dallas through his teeth; “we’ll pay the cowardly brutes yet. Bel, it makes me feel like a savage. I could enjoy pulling the rope that was to hang them!”