His face was drawn, the grim brackets around his mouth nearly white as he held onto consciousness. Guinevere saw the wariness in him as well as the confusion. Gently she touched his shoulder. “It’s all right, Mr. Vandyke. We’ve got a boat. We’ll have you back to civilization in no time.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw Zac shrug out of his black wool jacket. “Help me get this around him. It looks like he took fairly good care of the leg before he passed out. The main thing we’ve got to worry about is exposure. It’s so damn cold.” Zac eased an arm under the wounded man’s shoulders, lifting him so that Guinevere could tug the wool jacket into place. Vandyke groaned but struggled to help them. “How did you know . . . ?” His voice was weak, his words a little slurred. “We didn’t.” Zac was succinct, his attention on Vandyke’s wounded knee. “Just followed some hunches.
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