Damn, but it makes me sick."
"This has been a terrible night," the younger man said gravely, laying
his hand upon the other's shoulder. "I hope never to pass through such
another. But we are not done with it yet. Hicks, Farnham has been
killed--shot. His body lies over yonder in that little cove, just
beyond the trail. You will have to attend to it, for I am going to get
his wife away from here at once."
"You are what?"
"I am going to take Miss Norvell away--now, to-night. I am going to
take her across to Daggett Station, to catch the east-bound train."
Hicks stared at him open-eyed, the full meaning of all this coming to
his mind by degrees.
"Good God! Do yer think she did it?" he questioned incredulously.
Winston shook him, his teeth grinding together savagely.
"Damn you! it makes no difference what I think!" he exclaimed fiercely,
his nerves throbbing. "All you need to know is that she is going;
going to-night; going to Daggett Station, to Denver, to wherever she
will be beyond danger of ever being found.
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