Let him understand there's no time to lose.

Then you can bring Stimson." The tired lad hoisted himself into his saddle, and groaned a little as he rode away, but he did his errand, and late that night Barrington and Dane drove up to a lonely homestead.

A man led them into a room where a limp figure was lying on a bed.
"Been kind of sleeping most of the day, but the doctor has given him something that has wakened him," he said.
Barrington returned Payne's greeting, and sat down with Dane close beside him, while, when the wounded man raised his head, the doctor spoke softly to the magistrate from the settlement a league or two away.
"I fancy he can talk to you, but you had better be quick if you wish to ask him anything," he said.
Courthorne seemed to have heard him, for he smiled a little as he glanced at Barrington.

"I'm afraid it will hurt you to hear what I have to tell this gentleman," he said.

"Now, I want you to listen carefully, and every word put down.