"I don't know who killed Dick Marr; but I do know that Creagan, Joe Espalin, and Applegate intended to kill me last night.

They gave me back my sixshooter, that Ben Creagan had borrowed--and it was loaded with blanks.

Then they pitched onto me, and if it hadn't been for Pringle they'd have got me sure! We left town at eleven o'clock and rode straight to the Vorhis Ranch." "I believe you," said Anastacio.

"You skip along now, Chris.

You're fit to ride." "Why shouldn't I stay and see it out ?" "It won't do.