It was the feller who had fired the shot running away.
I suppose he thought the rest of them riders would come back, when they heard that shot, and hunt him down.
I thought they might myself.

But I laid there, and jest waited.

If they come, I didn't want to be found running.

But they didn't come.

The two last ones had caught up with the main gang, I guess, fur purty soon I hearn them all crossing that plank bridge agin, and knowed they was gone.
At first I guessed the feller on the ground must be dead.