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The man and the woman approached the dying man and looked at him with calm, resigned eyes. The son-in-law said: "I guess it's all up with him this time; he will not last the night." The woman answered: "He's been gurglin' like that ever since midday." They were silent. The father's eyes were closed, his face was the color of the earth and so dry that it looked like wood.
In the glare of the single fire the red sear of a bullet showed clearly across his forehead, but he wiped away the slowly trickling blood, and bent over a form extended on a blanket. "Has he roused up?" he questioned of the trooper on guard. "Not to know nuthin', sir. He's bin swearin' an' gurglin' most o' ther time, but he's asleep now, I reckon."
He wanted to drink right there with his dead man beside him. And what was worse, I had to give him the bottle. There was a sort of haze in front of my eyes. I wanted to pump that devil full of lead, but I knowed it was plain suicide to try it. "So there he stood and ups with a glass that was brimmin' full, and downs it at a swallow gurglin' like a hog!
You'll have the station crew out after us, and they'll guy me till I can't rest. Shut up! If you don't, I'll I'll swim ashore and leave you. "I was takin' big chances, as I look at it now. He might have drawed a bowie knife or a lasso on me; 'cordin' to his yarns he'd butchered folks for a good sight less'n that. But he kept quiet this time, only gurglin' some when the ark tilted.
It'll be good-bye this time, missis. 'Not it, I sez; 'you've got many years to live yet. Why, wot's to make yer die? 'It's my 'eart, he sez; 'it's all flip-floppin' about inside me, and gurglin' like a stuck pig.
Whan I'm sittin' here o' the girse, hearkenin' to the water, as it comes murrin', and soufflin', and gurglin', on to me, and syne by me and awa', as gin it war spinnin' and twistin' a lot o' bonnie wee sounies a' intil ae muckle gran' soun', it pits me i' min' o' the text that says, 'His voice was as the sound o' mony waters. Noo his face is licht ye ken that, divna ye? and gin his voice be like the water, there maun be something like atween the licht and the water, ye ken.
Accordin' to his way o' lookin' at it, she'd blackened the white purity of his home while his back was turned, an' nothing but blood, an' whole gurglin' streams of it, would suit him. Well, they had it nip and tuck for fully an hour, an' then they come to an agreement.
I guess they wuz all a-dreamin' about the song of birds a-comin' back from the south land, and silky, pale green willers a-bendin' low over gurglin' brooks, and pink and white may-flowers a-hidin' under the leafy hollows of Northern hills, and the golden glow of cowslips down in the dusky brown shallows in green swamps, and white clouds a-sailin' over blue skies, and soft winds a-blowin' up from the South.
The man and the woman approached the dying man and looked at him with calm, resigned eyes. The son-in-law said: "I guess it's all up with him this time; he will not last the night." The woman answered: "He's been gurglin' like that ever since midday." They were silent. The father's eyes were closed, his face was the color of the earth and so dry that it looked like wood.
As soon as he had crossed the threshold he asked: "Is it over?" She answered: "Not yet; he's still gurglin'." They went to look at him. The old man was in exactly the same condition. His hoarse rattle, as regular as the ticking of a clock, was neither quicker nor slower. It returned every second, the tone varying a little, according as the air entered or left his chest.
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