"I reckon that ends the job."
It was Jim's voice that said the words, though he hardly recognized it. Overcome by a sudden nausea, he leaned against the bar for support. He felt sick through and through.
Chapter IX
Billie Stands Pat
Clanton came back out of the haze to find his friend's arm around his waist, the sound of his strong, cheerful voice in his ears.
"Steady, old fellow, steady. Where did they hit you, Jim?"
"In the shoulder. I'm sick."
Billie supported him to a chair and called to the bartender, who was cautiously rising from a prone position behind the bar. "Bring a glass of water, Mike."
The wounded man drank the water, and presently the sickness passed. He saw a little crowd gather. Some of them carried out the body of Hugh Roush. They returned for that of his brother.
"Dave ain't dead yet. He's still breathing," one of the men said.