"Oh, doctor!" Geoff called. "Come quick!"
Koehler caught the tone; it was the cry of need for his help as a physician.
"What's happened? Who's hurt?" he asked.
"Hedon!"
"Hedon?"
"Doctor—Eric Hedon!"
"What?"
"That's Eric! We shot him. He's dead!"
The surgeon came up and saw. The others had no more to tell him; he had witnessed all that they had done. He took the body from Brunton's arms and pulled the hood farther back. A gush of blood flowed over the frozen streak as the physician worked; he felt under the coat and looked up.
"There may be a chance!" Koehler whispered.
"Of life?"
"I'll see." The doctor felt skilfully over the wound in the head; then he looked up. "Unless you've hit him somewhere else he may live!"
"May live?"
"We'll know better in a moment."
