"Yes," said the Doctor, excitedly, "I'll take my oath on any inquest
that this man was strangled to death. He was surprised while asleep.
Look here." He pointed to the revolver still in Concho's stiffening
hand, which the murdered man had instantly cocked, but could not use in
the struggle.

"That's so," said the President, "no man goes to sleep with a cocked
revolver. What's to be done?"

"Everything," said the Doctor. "This deed was committed within the last
two hours; the body is still warm. The murderer did not come our way,
or we should have met him on the trail. He is, if anywhere, between here
and Tres Pinos."

"Gentlemen," said the President, with a slight preparatory and half
judicial cough, "two of you will stay here and stick! The others will
follow me to Tres Pinos. The law has been outraged. You understand the
Court!"

By some odd influence the little group of half-cynical, half-trifling,
and wholly reckless men had become suddenly sober, earnest citizens.
They said, "Go on," nodded their heads, and betook themselves to their
horses.

"Had we not better wait for the inquest and swear out a warrant?" said
the Secretary, cautiously.

"How many men have we?"