“What the hell do I care about your old county?” replied Jimmie.
So they turned him loose, and “Wild Bill” also, because it was evident at a glance that he was not long for this world and its wars. The two of them broke into an empty freight-car, and went thundering over the rails all night; and lying in the darkness, Jimmie was awakened by a terrified cry from his companion, and put out his hand and laid it in a mess that was hot and wet.
“Oh, my God!” gasped Bill. “I’m done for!”
“What is it?”
“Haemorrhage.”
The terrified Jimmie did not even know what that was. There was nothing he could do but sit there, holding his friend’s trembling hand and listening to his moans. When the train stopped, Jimmie sprang out and rushed to one of the brakemen, who came with his lantern, and saw “Wil
