"He can't go on," the lad said; "the leg is broken."
He drew his revolver.
"Here! What are you going to do?" demanded Colonel Anderson.
"Shoot him," replied Chester quietly. "Put him out of his misery."
"Wait a moment," said the colonel, dismounting. "I know something about horses. Maybe it's not as bad as all that."
He examined the leg carefully. When he straightened up he looked at
Chester and nodded.
"It's the best way," he said quietly. "There is nothing that can be done for him."
Chester stroked the horse's head gently and the animal whinnied in pain.
"I'm awfully sorry, old fellow," said the lad, "but it will be best for you."
The horse seemed to understand. Chester took aim and fired quickly.