He pressed his hand over the man's heart.
"Thank God! he's alive," he added.
Mason drew up sharply. A sudden change had come over his whole manner. He sprang to the ground.
"Here, help me secure him," he said almost fiercely. "I'll take him down to Dave."
They lashed their prisoner by his hands and feet. Then Mason seized the churchman excitedly by the arm.
"Get back, parson!" he cried. "Get back to the dugout quick as hell'll let you! There's Miss Betty!"
"God! I'd forgotten! And there's those—strikers!"