In an instant he sprang to the side of the other sufferer, and bent over him, placing his hand upon his pulse.
"The bullet struck him in the forehead, glancing along the skull and coming out, I see, at the back of the head. It remains to see whether the bone is fractured—ah! here they come," and up dashed Landlord Larry and those who had kept up with him.
"How goes it, doctor?" asked Larry.
"Dave is beyond hope, I fear, while this gentleman is alive, though I do not know yet how seriously wounded. That man in rough clothes there is dead, as you can see at a glance; but come, we will get the wounded men into the stage at once, and I will drive on to the camps."
"And the road-agents?"
"By all means send a party to hunt them down," was the stern rejoinder.
CHAPTER VII.
DEATH AND MADNESS.
All knew that Doctor Dick was a skilful driver, and that he would take the coach into Last Chance sooner than any one else could, so they hastened to get the team ready.