“Is he dead?” asked Murdock.
Bob knelt down by the side of the young man.
“Yes, he’s gone dead,” replied the borderer, after a slight examination.
“I did not think it likely that he lived,” said Murdock, with a grim smile. “I seldom have to fire twice.”
“Well, you’ve settled him, for sure,” observed Bob, with a grin.
“Leave him alone, then; the crows and wolves will finish him before the morrow,” said Murdock.
“He ought to have known better than to fool round this piece of calico,” observed Bob, with another grin.
“He won’t be apt to do it again.”
“No, dog my cats if he will!” cried Bob, expressively.
“Can you carry the girl, Benton?” asked Murdock.