“I’m glad that’s done,” said Bush, a smile of satisfaction crossing his face. “I can die more content. Give the paper to the lad.”
The paper was handed to Harry, who received it with much emotion.
“Thank you, Bush,” he said; “but I’d ten times rather you’d live to enjoy this money yourself.”
“I don’t doubt it, lad; but it wasn’t to be. I hope the money’ll give you pleasure. Then I can think that I have done some good.”
The three men who had witnessed the paper next turned their attention to Henderson.
“What are you going to do with me?” he asked, nervously.
“You’ll see in the morning,” said one, grimly.
He was securely bound, and carried to one of the tents, where he was kept under secure guard. Meanwhile Harry watched beside the suffering man.
“I wish there was a doctor near by,” he said.