There were five other dead men on the floor, and, significant of the work of Steele's unknown allies, Hilliard and Pickens were among them.
"Steele and I made for camp then," I concluded.

"We didn't speak a word on the way out.

When we reached camp all Steele said was for me to go off and leave him alone.

He looked sick.

I went off, only not very far.
I knew what was wrong with him, and it wasn't bullet-wounds.