"
"Killed Reilly, did he?" repeated O'Connor. "I got Anderson back
there."
"That makes only one left to account for. I wonder who he is?"
Collins turned absent-mindedly to Neil. The latter looked at him
out of an expressionless face. Even though his confederate had
proved traitor he would not betray him.
"I wonder," he said.
Bucky laughed. "Made a mistake that time, Val."
"I plumb forgot the situation for a moment," the sheriff grinned.
"Anyhow, we better be hittin' his trail."
"How about Phil?" Neil suggested.
"That's right. One of us has ce'tainly got to go back and attend
to him."
"You and Neil go back. I'll follow up this gentleman who is
escaping," the ranger said.
And so it was arranged. The two men returned from their grim work
of justice to the place where the outlaw chief had been left. His
eyes lit feebly at sight of them.
"What news, York?" he asked.
"Reilly and Hardman are killed. How are you feelin', cap?" The
cow-puncher knelt beside the dying outlaw and put an arm under
his head.
"Shot all to pieces, boy. No, I got no time to have you play
doctor with me." He turned to Collins with a gleam of his
unconquerable spirit.
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