“What do you mean?”
“That you’d submit to arrest when we could prove that Will Whittaker died by violence.”
“Certainly, I do.”
“Then hand over your guns, for we’ve got his body!”
“Let me see it first. If I can recognize it I’ll keep my word.”
“It’s back there where his father is.”
“Well, bring it here.”
“Will you keep the truce?”
“Yes, if you do.”
Halliday galloped down the road again, and presently returned with Colonel Whittaker. Between them was one of the pack horses with something lashed to its back. They walked their horses to the spot where the four men stood, untied the pack, spread a blanket on the ground, and laid on it the ghastly, mangled remains of what had once been a man’s body.