Well, I have crimes enough to answer for.
The ring is here in my vest pocket.

Take it.

It will never do me any good now." Frank quickly extracted the ring from the man's pocket, and slipped it upon his finger.
"I am dying," murmured the man.
"Perhaps not.

We'll have you taken back to town, and see what a doctor can do for you." "No use; I wouldn't live to get there.

My time has come.