Chapter 9

On the sheet an ominous red stain was already spreading. "Jim," she whispered faintly, "my leg feels all funny." "My darling," he muttered in an agony, "he's plugged you with a revolver." "Did you get him, Jim?" Her voice tailed off, she had fainted. And for just one second did Jim Strickland hesitate: some things are a little bit difficult to explain. Then, with a feeling of contempt for his momentary indecision, he got to work. It was a nasty looking wound in the thigh, and the bullet was still inside--but the da…