"Are you hurt ?" he repeated senselessly.
"Who, me ?" Bob's eyes wavered in their directness.

"Don't yuh bother none about me," evasively.
"But you've got to tell me.

You--they--" He choked over the words.
"Well--I guess they got me, all right.

But don't let that worry yuh; it don't me." He tried to speak carelessly and convincingly, but it was a miserable failure.

He did not want to die, did Bob, however much he might try to hide the fact.
Thurston was not in the least imposed upon.