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“
Where
was
he
—
where
is
—
the
—
the
—
—
”
“
Through
the
lungs
.
”
“
Will
he
get
well
?
Tell
me
the
truth
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
.
Mrs
.
Derrick
.
”
She
had
all
but
fainted
,
and
the
old
rancher
,
Garnett
,
half
-
carrying
,
half
-
leading
her
,
took
her
to
the
one
adjoining
room
—
Minna
Hooven
’
s
bedchamber
.
Dazed
,
numb
with
fear
,
she
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
,
rocking
herself
back
and
forth
,
murmuring
:
“
Harrie
,
Harrie
,
oh
,
my
son
,
my
little
boy
.
”
In
the
outside
room
,
Presley
came
and
went
,
doing
what
he
could
to
be
of
service
,
sick
with
horror
,
trembling
from
head
to
foot
.
The
surviving
members
of
both
Leaguers
and
deputies
—
the
warring
factions
of
the
Railroad
and
the
People
—
mingled
together
now
with
no
thought
of
hostility
.
Presley
helped
the
doctor
to
cover
Christian
’
s
body
.
S
.
Behrman
and
Ruggles
held
bowls
of
water
while
Osterman
was
attended
to
.
The
horror
of
that
dreadful
business
had
driven
all
other
considerations
from
the
mind
.
The
sworn
foes
of
the
last
hour
had
no
thought
of
anything
but
to
care
for
those
whom
,
in
their
fury
,
they
had
shot
down
.
The
marshal
,
abandoning
for
that
day
the
attempt
to
serve
the
writs
,
departed
for
San
Francisco
.
The
bodies
had
been
brought
in
from
the
road
where
they
fell
.
Annixter
’
s
corpse
had
been
laid
upon
the
bed
;
those
of
Dabney
and
Hooven
,
whose
wounds
had
all
been
in
the
face
and
head
,
were
covered
with
a
tablecloth
.
Upon
the
floor
,
places
were
made
for
the
others
.
Cutter
and
Ruggles
rode
into
Guadalajara
to
bring
out
the
doctor
there
,
and
to
telephone
to
Bonneville
for
others
.
