Other men would have killed where he saved.

I recalled this magnificent spiritual something about him, remembered it strongest in the ring of his voice as he appealed to Bo Snecker not to force him to kill.

Then I told how we left a dozen prisoners under guard and went back to the Hope So to find Blome where he had fallen.

Steele's bullet had cut one of the petals of the rose Snecker had playfully put in the rustler's buttonhole.

Bright and fatal target for an eye like Steele's! Bo Snecker lay clutching his gun, his face set rigidly in that last fierce expression of his savage nature.