Judith began to cry. "I couldn't touch a dead man, Douglas!"
Douglas' own lips were very uncertain in the moonlight but he answered, firmly enough, "We've got to do it. The coyotes will get him here."
"They'll say we shot him!" sobbed Judith.
Doug gave a start. "They sure-gawd will! What shall we do, Jude?"
"Go off and leave him and say nothing about it."
"With our horses' tracks all round him! You're crazy! Anyhow, we couldn't go off and leave a neighbor like this. 'Tisn't Lost Chief manners."
"All right." Jude wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "Let's put the lariat round his feet and let Jeff's horse pull him to the cabin. It won't hurt him in the soft snow."
"Nothing will hurt him any more, poor old Jeff," said Douglas.
He dismounted and moved toward the body. Then, with teeth chattering audibly, he tied the lariat round Jeff's feet and told Jude to get on to the saddled horse.
"Guide him easy. I'll walk and lead the other horses and see that nothing goes wrong."