He could see nothing of the rider for whom he was searching.

He could not leave this wounded man to pursue his search for Taggart; there might be something he could do for the man.
But he left the man's side for an instant while he looked around him.
Some dense undergrowth rose on his right, black shadows surrounding it, and he walked along its edge, his forty-five in hand, trying to peer into it.

He saw nothing, heard nothing.

Then, catching another groan from the man, he returned to him.

The man's eyes were open; they gleamed brightly and wildly.
"Got me," he said as he saw Calumet.
"Who got you ?" repeated Calumet.
"Telza." "Telza ?" Calumet bent over him again; the name sounded foreign.