“What! Bern wan av th’ thaves?”
“He was—and the worst one. Jacobs was also implicated, but he’s wounded and back there in the office.”
“Well, glory be! Av that ain’t news I niver heard any!”
“How many of our men were hurt, Andy? Do you know?”
“Chislett, the mill-engineer, got a bullet through th’ thigh av him, and Harkness, av th’ night-shift, got a bit av a scratch in th’ shoulder. Besides them, we’ve picked up three dead Injuns.”
“Where are Chislett and Harkness?”
“In th’ mill.”
The scout and the mine-owner pushed on to the mill and found the wounded men in the engine-room, sitting up in a couple of chairs and being attended to by the amalgamators.
They were not seriously hurt.
“Lucky for us, Mr. McGowan,” said Chislett, “that we had warning of the attack. But for that there’d been a lot of us caught napping, and the reds wouldn’t been the only ones to cash in.”