Pike's and Uncle John's to fetch 'em
quick. I jumps on Polly an' lights out fer here, Mr. Jones, to
telephone up to Saint Liz fer the sheriff an' the coroner, not givin'
a dang what I run into on the way. Polly shied somethin' terrible jest
afore we got to the pike an' I come derned near bein' throwed. An'
right there 'side the road was this feller, all in a heap. I went back
an' jumped off. He was groanin' somethin' awful. Thinks I, you poor
cuss, you must 'a' tried to stop that feller on hossback an' he
plunked you. That accounted fer the second shot. But while I wuz
tryin' to lift him up an' git somethin' out'n him about the matter, I
sees his boss standin' in the road a couple o' rods away. I couldn't
understand a word he said, so I thought I better go back home an' git
some help, seein's I couldn't manage him by myself. So I dragged him
up on the bank an' made him comfortable as I could, and lit out fer
home. We thought we'd better bring him up here, Mr. Jones, it bein'
just as near an' you could git the doctor sooner. I hitched up the
buck-board and went back. Pa an' some of the other fellers took their
guns an' went up in the woods lookin' fer the man that done the
shootin'.
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