WE FIND THE COURIER
"Does Jean Denslow know Big Donald?"
He stared at me, his yellow teeth showing grimly.
"I rather reckon she does. Whar is she now?"
"At Fairview; Judge Dunn's place."
He drew his breath whistling.
"Hell; then, o' course, thet's ther way o' it."
There was little more I could get out of him. but he went through the dead man's clothes, after which the three of us carried the inert body outside. hastily dug a grave with a spade found in the lean-to, and silently buried the mountaineer. Within a few moments we were riding away, our minds busy with the thoughts awakened by the tragedy. To me it all seemed to centre more and more about the girl with the blue-gray eyes.
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