"See how he drives."
"He comes on as slow as a snail."
"See, he is driving with one hand."
"What does that mean?"
"His left hand is hanging by his side."
"He has surely been wounded."
And so the comments ran around, as all stood watching the coming coach, which half an hour after coming in sight rolled up to the hotel, came to a halt and was greeted with a wild chorus of cheers from the assembled miners.
The crowd that gazed at Doctor Dick saw that his handsome face was very pale, his eyes had a haggard look, and his teeth were firmly set. They knew that he had passed through some dread ordeal, and a silence fell upon all, awaiting for him to speak.
They saw that his left arm was carried in a sling, his handkerchief knotted around his neck, and that a red stain was upon his sleeve. Furthermore, they saw that the two wheel-horses were missing, the center pair having been put back in their place.
Upon opening the stage door to see if there were any passengers, Landlord Larry started back as the dead form of a man pitched out on his head.