He crashed headlong into a tree; your last shot did it.

But Miller and I thought he'd got you.

We carried you in----" "_You_ did ?" she whispered.
"Yes.

I never was so thoroughly scared in all my life." "You poor boy.

Are the rifles safe?
And did Miller save the head ?" "He did," said Duane grimly, "and your precious rifles are intact." "Lean down, close," she said; "closer.