Okanagan dropped the rifle he carried.
"I might have left the thing.

The horse is dead," he said.
"Dead ?" said Seaforth vacantly.
Okanagan nodded.

"Yes," he said.

"Somebody has saved me the trouble.
Two bullets in him." Seaforth was almost past anger now, but the tea splashed from the can he still held as he realized the thoroughness of the work of their enemy.
"Then how are you going to pack Harry and the other things over the range ?" he said.
Okanagan's face was almost expressionless.

"We're not going to.