She tore open his shirt and found two purple spots high on the chest,
one to the right, and one to the left. From that on the left ran a
tiny trickle of blood, but that on the right was only a small puncture
in the midst of a bruise. He was far past all help.
"Speak to me!" she pleaded.
His eyes rolled and then checked on her face.
"Done for," he said in a horrible whisper, "that devil done me.
Kid--cut out--this life. I've played this game--myself--an' now--I'm
goin'--to hell for it!"
A great convulsion twisted his face.
"What can I do?" cried Kate.
"Tell the world--I died--game!"
His body writhed, and in the last agony his hand closed hard over
hers. It was like a silent farewell, that strong clasp.
A great hand caught her by the shoulder and jerked her to her feet.
"The charge is goin' off! Jump for it!" shouted Silent in her ear.
She sprang up and at the same time there was a great boom from within
the car. The side bulged out--a section of the top lifted and fell
back with a crash--and Silent ran back into the smoke. Haines, Purvis,
and Kilduff were instantly at the car, taking the ponderous little
canvas sacks of coin as their chief handed them out.
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