The sentences came
jerkily, breathlessly.
"Send for Dr. Smith!" Alix cried out suddenly. "Be quick! He has
been shot,--I know he has been shot. Go--"
"It's a scratch, I tell you, Alix," he protested. "He didn't get
me. He fired at me, but it was dark. I'm all right. There is no
time to lose. If they get after him at once they'll catch him. I
can show them which way he went. Where the devil are they? We ought
to have every man in town out there in the woods. Did you tell 'em
to bring guns? He's armed. He--"
"You ARE hurt," cried Alix. "You MUST have the doctor. Oh, for
heaven's sake, DO SOMETHING!" The last was directed impatiently to
Mrs. Strong.
"I'll give him a basin of water,--and some court plaster," said
the older woman, who had looked closely at the scratch on the young
man's cheek. "It doesn't amount to anything,--if that's all, Mr.
Thane?"
"That's all,--except my knee, and that will be all right in a few
minutes. Let me sit down here a minute. Not in there,--I'm covered
with dirt and burrs and,--I might get some of this filthy blood
on,--that's all right, Mrs. Strong, thank you. I'll be able to go
out with the gang as soon as they come. Gad! It's going to be great
sport. Man-hunting!"
Alix was leaning against the end of the hall-seat, watching him as
if fascinated. He bent an ardent, significant look upon her, and
her eyes widened slightly under the contact.
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