"Eh?" The other's brows drew together.

"I say, I thank you--for the gun, and for telling me----"

"Ha, dat's a'right. W'er' Purdy?" The girl shuddered, as Endicott
pointed to the ground at some little distance away. The man advanced
and bent over the prostrate form.

"Ba goss!" he exclaimed with a glance of admiration. "You shoot heem
after de draw! _Nom de Dieu_! You good man wit' de gun! Wer' you hit
heem?"

Endicott shook his head. "I don't know. I saw him, and shot, and he
fell." The half-breed was bending over the man on the ground.

"You shoot heem on he's head," he approved, "dat pret' good place." He
bent lower and a sibilant sound reached the ears of Endicott and the
girl. After a moment the man stood up and came toward them smiling.
"A'm fin' out if she dead," he explained, casually. "A'm speet de
tobac' juice in he's eye. If she wink she ain' dead. Purdy, she don'
wink no mor'. Dat damn good t'ing."

Again Alice Marcum shuddered as Endicott spoke: "Can you find our
horses?" he asked. "I must go to town and give myself up."

"_Oui_, A'm git de hoss' a'right. Better you tak' 'em an' skeep off.
A'm git on dat posse an' you bet we no ketch. A'm lak' you fine."

"No! No!" Endicott exclaimed. "If I have killed a man I shall stand