"G-get me up," he croaked hoarsely. "Hold that train--mail packet--im-m-mportant--no, no, no!" He fought away hands that strove to hold him quiet. His struggles seemed to clear his brain, give him strength to rise. "Don't doctor me, doctor him," pointing to Raynor, "he's injured, bad off! Me--I--I'm not dead yet, not by a l-long shot!" and Hal even managed a white-lipped grin.