"Push on to the settlement," he said.
"They've a doctor there.

Bring him and Harland the magistrate out." The trooper seemed glad to mount and ride away, and Payne once more bent over the wounded man.
"Very sorry," he said.

"Still, you see, you left me no other means of stopping you.

Now, is there anything I can do for you ?" A little wry smile crept into Courthorne's face.

"Don't worry," he said.