“No; I’ll help you; carry you, if need be. Get your good arm over my shoulder.”
“That’ll bring you on the side where the bullets—”
“Well, what of that? I don’t—”
“No, you don’t care, but I do, Don. If I get another it’s only one—but you—”
“Never mind! Come on. You know I always have my way. Your arm around my neck.”
With painful laboriousness the two began to walk across. They had gone a dozen feet when Clem heard the sound of a bullet striking flesh. He had heard it too often not to know it. But Don did not hear it. He only sank to the ground. Clem struggled to maintain his footing but fell beside him.
[CHAPTER XXI]
Distinguished
Not killed, are you, Don?”