He follows. You take him to Bob Dowell, who looks very pale, and his eyes are closed. The doctor quickly places on gloves, and starts to tend to him. First, he checks the wound.
"Looks like he was shot in the lungs," the doctor notes. He starts to feel Dowell's pulse, then takes out some wipes. He cleans up the wound, and pours a little alcohol upon it. Dowell cringes from the pain at first, but the doctor keeps him calm.
The doctor takes out his utensils. "He may yet live. Tell the conductor to start the train, he'll need to be rushed to a hospital fast. Not an ideal place for a surgery here, but I'll make sure to stop the bleeding and prevent infection."
He gets to work on Dowell, carefully tending for him.
"Oh, I'm no sheriff. I'm a security guard," the Pinkerton agent says. "But thanks."
The agent takes out handcuffs, and places them on the bandit's hands. He keeps them tied up to their seats and keeps their guns a good distance away from them.
"Tell me, is Mr. Dowell ok? A doctor just rushed by here. I was keeping an eye on his package."