own wounds and the dead man down in the gulch will show you."
The messenger, having regained consciousness, sat up and looked wildly about. The agent, realizing at a glance what an awful mistake had been made, fell upon the bewildered messenger and wept like a woman. Every passing second added to the general confusion and excitement. Cries of "Hang them, hang them," came frequent and fast from the rapidly increas ing crowd.
The Warden, who also understood, lifted his daughter, held her in his arms, and kissed away the tears that were filtering through her smiles.
"I don't believe it," said the Sheriff to his companion.
"Because you're a chump," said the dark man.
"What's it all about?" asked the messenger of the agent.
"Where is the murderer?" cried a new-comer, a brother of the dead deputy, and then, catching sight of the messenger, he ran straight toward him, holding out a cocked revolver as
