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"The little Mexican girl was killed. We have brought her body here."

"Good God!"

"And we 've also got a prisoner, sheriff. It 's that same Jack Burke

you arrested me for killing. He seems very much alive."

There was a rustling back in the darkness, as if the man within was

endeavoring to draw his body into a sitting posture. Then he swore

savagely, pounding his fist into the side of the bunk, as though

seeking thus to relieve his feelings.

"Burke!" he fairly exploded at last, his anger appearing to stifle

utterance. "Jack Burke! Hell! Is that true? Oh, Lord! but I wish I

could git out o' yere. That damn Farnham swore out that warrant down

in San Juan, ther blame, ornery cur. It was a low-down, measly trick,

an' he actually had the nerve ter use me ter play out his game fer him.

Lord! if ever I git my hand on him I 'll shut down hard."

No one answered him, the thought of all recurring reverently to the

motionless, silent dead without. Bareheaded, the two men, groping

through the darkness, bore Mercedes within in all tenderness, and

placed the slender form upon the bed, covering it with the single

sheet. Hicks remained motionless, bending over her, the kindly

darkness veiling the mist of tears dimming his old eyes and the

trembling of his lips as he sought, for the first time in years, to

pray. But Winston turned instantly and walked over toward Hayes, his

heart already filled with fresh anxiety.

"Where did she go, do you know?"

"Who? the young actress woman? I could n't see exactly, only she went

outside. I thought I heard voices talkin' out thar later on, over

beyond toward the window, but maybe I imagined it. Darn this ol' head

o' mine! It keeps whirlin' round every time I move, like it was all

wheels."

The engineer, his face white with determination, strode to the door.

Beyond doubt it was Biff Farnham whose voice Brown had recognized,

commanding his men to fire; it was Farnham who had disappeared in the

direction of the "Little Yankee" shaft-house. What fresh deviltry was

the desperate gambler engaged upon? What other tragedy was impending

out there in the black night?