Jim Silent and his comrades waited no longer, but took to their saddles and galloped down the road.
Within a few moments the crowd at Morgan's place began to thin out.
Evening was coming on, and most of them had far to ride.

They might have lingered until midnight, but this peculiar accident damped their spirits.

Probably not a hundred words were spoken from the moment Silent struck Dan to the time when the last of the cattlemen took to the saddle.

They avoided each other's eyes as if in shame.

In a short time only Morgan remained working over Dan.
In the house of old Joe Cumberland his daughter sat fingering the keys of the only piano within many miles.