"Yes, it stands for Oklahoma."
"It stands for much more than that!" he called.
"Yes," she persisted in misunderstanding him, "something big and grand."
"Not so big," he cried, now at some distance, "but what there's room for more than Brick and Bill in the cove!"
If she answered, the wind drowned her words. With extended arms he groped along the trail with exceeding caution. Suddenly his foot touched an object which on examination proved to be a human body, a gaping wound in its breast.
"Found anything?" called Lahoma, her voice shivering.
He rose quickly and almost stumbled over another object. It was a second body, stiffened in death.
"I'll be there in a minute," he called, his voice grave and steady. After a brief pause he added—"I've found one of the horses—it's dead."
"Oh, oh!" she exclaimed. "They've driven it to death."
Wilfred had found a bullet hole behind its ear, but he said nothing.