Quonab got up to hold him. Then, looking at Rolf, Indian shook
his head as though to say all was over; the poor wretch had a
woodman's constitution, and in spite of a mangled, dying body, he
revived again. They gave him more hot tea, and again he began in
a whisper:
"I hed one arm free an' -- an' -- an' -- I might -- a -- got out
-- m-m -- but I hed no wrench -- I lost it some place -- m-m-m-m.
"Then -- I yelled -- I dun -- no - maybe some un might hear -- it
kin-kin-kinder eased me -- to yell m-m-m.
"Say -- make that yer dog keep -- away -- will yer I dunno -- it
seems like a week -- must a fainted some M-m-m -- I yelled --
when I could."
There was a long pause. Rolf said, "Seems to me I heard you last
night, when we were up there. And dog heard you, too. Do you
want me to move that leg around?"
"M-m-m -- yeh -- that's better -- say, you air white -- ain't ye?
Ye won't leave me -- cos -- I done some mean things -- m-m-m. Ye
won't, will ye?"
"No, you needn't worry -- we'll stay by ye."
Then he muttered, they could not tell what. He closed his eyes.
After long silence he looked around wildly and began again:
"Say -- I done you dirt -- but don't leave me -- don't leave me.
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