The fight was quite knocked out of the conspirator, and he swore under his breath, cursing the unconscious Chauvenet and the missing Zmai and the ill fortune of the fight.
"It's all over but the shouting--what's next ?" demanded Claiborne.
"Tie him up--and tie the other one up," said Armitage, staring about queerly.

"Where the devil is Oscar ?" "He's after the big fellow.

You're badly fussed, old man.

We've got to get out of this and fix you up." "I'm all right.

I've got a hole in my shoulder that feels as big and hot as a blast furnace.