Gimlet's lips moved feebly, but no words came.
"Do you know who stabbed you?" asked the Lone Ranger. "One word, just the name of the man, can you tell me that?"
Gimlet lifted one hand very feebly, and pointed toward the open window.
The Lone Ranger nodded. "I know, he stabbed you through that window. Tell me who it was."
The dying man seemed to be gathering himself for one supreme effort. He swallowed hard; his eyelids closed, then opened.
"Tried," he said, then coughed and started again. "I—I tried tuh—get Yuma—His bunk here—" More coughing choked the words. Blood drooled from the side of the old man's mouth and stained his white mustache. The Lone Ranger pressed water from his handkerchief against Gimlet's lips.
"I heard you," he said softly, "I heard what you said. You tried to get Yuma. Yuma is a man who works here?"
Gimlet nodded.
"You said this was his bunk?"
Again the slowly moving head went down and up.