"Is he goin' to die?"
"He's in a bad way."
"Has he talked?"
"Not yet."
"How about the bullet?"
"It went right through him; we couldn't find it."
"How do you know he was shot near them three sycamores in Coon Valley?"
"Bill told us where he picked him up. Jack and I went up there to see what we could find and," the warden shrugged, "the back trail wasn't hard to follow. Smoky was hit hard."
"And you found my tobacco pouch?"
"That's right, Al. It was within a few feet of where Smoky fell."