"How many of 'em were there?"
"I only saw this one, I didn't want to shoot at him, but he had jumped on the horse and was riding off, and I didn't know what else to do."
Meantime, Joe and Fox Eye each, as he came up, had struck the man lying there, Joe with his bow and Fox Eye with the muzzle of his gun.
"What are they going to do with him, Hugh?" said Jack; "keep him for a prisoner?"
"Why no," said Hugh, stooping over and putting his hand on the man's breast; "I don't think we'll need to tie him up. You made a pretty good shot, son, even if it was dark."
"Did I hit him?" said Jack. "I thought he fell off the horse because I shot at him; he was just getting up when I got here, and I pushed him over with the muzzle of my gun and told him to lie still or I'd shoot again."
"Well," said Hugh, "he'll lie still all right. I guess we can leave him here till morning."
"Why, how do you mean, Hugh?" said Jack.
"Why son, he's dead."