Bob muttered drowsily. "'And all--who would--" Thurston
glanced quickly at his face; caught his breath sharply at what
he saw there written, and dropped his head upon his arms.

And so Park and his men, hurrying to the sound of the shooting,
found them in the shadow of the rock.



CHAPTER VII

AT THE STEVENS PLACE

When the excitement of the outrage had been pushed aside by the
insistent routine of everyday living, Thurston found himself
thrust from the fascination of range life and into the monotony
of invalidism, and he was anything but resigned. To be sure, he
was well cared for at the Stevens ranch, where Park and the boys
had taken him that day, and Mrs. Stevens mothered him as he
could not remember being mothered before.

Hank Graves rode over nearly every day to sit beside the bed and
curse the Wagner gang back to their great-great-grandfathers and
down to more than the third generation yet unborn, and to tell
him the news. On the second visit he started to give him the
details of Bob's funeral; but Thurston would not listen, and
told him so plainly.

"All right then, Bud, I won't talk about it. But we sure done
the right thing by the boy; had the best preacher in Shellanne