had been stormstaid at old Auguste’s on his way back.
Marie soon returned with the doctor, old Auguste, and Tannis. Carey was carried in and laid on Mrs. Esquint’s bed. The doctor made a brief examination, while Mrs. Joe sat on the floor and howled at the top of her lungs. Then he shook his head.
“Shot in the back,” he said briefly.
“How long?” asked Carey, understanding.
“Perhaps till morning,” answered the doctor. Mrs. Joe gave a louder howl than ever at this, and Tannis came and stood by the bed. The doctor, knowing that he could do nothing for Carey, hurried into the kitchen to attend to Paul, who had a badly shattered arm, and Marie went with him.
Carey looked stupidly at Tannis.
“Send for her,” he said.
Tannis smiled cruelly.
“There is no way. The wires are down, and there is no man at the Flats who will go to town to-night,” she answered.
“My God, I must see her before I die,” burst out Carey pleadingly. “Where is Father Gabriel? He will go.”
“The priest went to town last night and has not come back,” said Tannis.
Carey groaned and shut his eyes. If Father Gabrial was away, there was indeed no one to go.
