"He is here," responded the official, joining the group.

The surgeon looked up at him. "I am afraid they've put the case
out of your jurisdiction, Sheriff," he said grimly. "It's only a
matter of a day or two at best--perhaps only a few hours. But he
won't live to be taken back to jail."

"Will he live to go as far as Martinez?" asked the young man
addressed as Jack.

"With care, perhaps."

"Will you be responsible for him, Jack Hamlin?" said the sheriff,
suddenly.

"I will."

"Then take him. Stay, he's coming to."

The wounded man slowly opened his eyes. They fell upon Jack Hamlin
with a pleased look of recognition, but almost instantly and
anxiously glanced around as if seeking another. Leaning over him,
Jack said gayly, "They've passed you over to me, old man; are you
willing?"

The wounded man's eyes assented, but still moved restlessly from
side to side.

"Is there any one you want to go with you?"