“He isn’t dead!” she exclaimed. “Somebody get the doctor—quick!”
“Floor no good,” grunted Mrs. Conley. “Put on bed.”
No one had noticed her before. They placed him on a bed.
“I better go for the doctor,” said Jimmy anxiously.
Roaring looked at Jimmy and shook his head slowly.
“Better wait, Jimmy; we’ll go together.”
“You mean I’m under arrest?”
“Somethin’ like that, Jimmy. Good Lord, I’m sorry. I—”
Roaring took Jimmy’s gun from inside his belt and examined the cylinder. One chamber was empty, and the barrel smelled strongly of burned powder.
Roaring turned to Dawn and put a hand on her shoulder.