"The man in there?"
"Dead!" said Bart. "The place is gory! I'm faint from it!"
Boxer's body was wrapped in a blanket, and they mounted and rode away, Frank carrying the dead dog in his arms to find a burial place where there could be no chance that his body should be exhumed by any prowling thing of the desert.
[CHAPTER XXVI.]
THE COMING OF CROWFOOT.
Rap! rap! rap!
"Wait a minute!" called Frank. "No need to knock the door down!"
He flung the door of his cabin wide open, standing on the threshold.