Of course, I can't say anything about the wound, till he does.
"Now for his antagonist." The bush ranger was still unconscious, though occasionally broken words came from his lips.

The surgeon examined his wound.
"He is shot through the lungs," he said, "and is bleeding internally.

I do not think that there is the shadow of a chance for him, and no one can wish it otherwise.

It will only save the colony the expense of his trial.
"And now for my original patient." He was some time in Mr.Donald's room and, when he came out, proceeded at once to mix him a soothing draught, from the case of medicines he carried behind the saddle.
"We must get him off to sleep, if we can," he said; "or we shall have him in a high state of fever, before morning.

A man in his state can't go through such excitement as he has done, without paying the penalty.
"And now, I suppose, I have done," he said with a smile, as Mrs.
Donald left the room with the medicine.
"Yes, I think so," Mrs.Barker said.