He thought it to be some drunken ranchman.
Presently, however, coming nearer, he recognized the horses and the man.
Standing up, Orlando was about to call out again in peremptory tones, when, suddenly, the spirit of death touched his senses, and his heart stood still for an instant.
As he looked at the motionless figure, he was only subconsciously aware of the thud of horses' hoofs coming down one of the side-trails.
Springing to the ground, he approached Mazarine's wagon.
The horses neighed; it was a curious, lonely sound.

For a moment he stood with his hand on the wheel looking at the still figure; then he reached out and touched Mazarine's knee.
"Hi, there!" he said.
There was no reply.

He mounted the wagon, touched the dead man's shoulder, and then, with one hand, loosened the waistcoat and felt the heart.

It was still.

He examined the body.