He grunted, stood slowly erect, and then fell backward stiffly.
Shorty ran to him and to Krell, scanning their faces with savage intentness.

When he saw that neither of them would bother him again, he leaped around the corner of the cabin and cautiously peered into the doorway.

He saw Antrim stretched out on the floor of the cabin, face down and motionless.

He stepped into the cabin, turned the outlaw over, grinned saturninely, and then went out to where Lawler stood.

His eyes were aglow with concern.
When he reached the corner he saw Lawler bending over, picking up the pistol that had dropped from his hand a few seconds before.