"Jump in with me and show me."
So Clip, seated beside the doctor, guided him to the fatal spot.
The doctor lost no time in jumping out of his buggy and approaching the fallen man. He didn't need to feel his pulse, or place his hand over his heart. To his practiced eye there were other indications that disclosed the terrible truth.
"Is he dead?" asked Clip, in an awed voice.
"Yes, Clip; your poor master is dead," answered the doctor, sadly.
He had known Richard Burton well, and, like all the rest of his neighbors, had a warm esteem for him.
"How did this happen, Clip?" he asked.
"I don't know, Massa Doctor; 'deed I don't," answered Clip. "I was walkin' along, when I saw the colt runnin' like mad, wid his harness on, and I 'spected something had happened. So I came up, and dat's what I saw."
"We can't do anything, Clip, except to see that he is carried home. I dread to break the news to his poor wife."
Meanwhile Aaron Wolverton had locked himself in his office. He drew the receipt from his pocket, read it through carefully, and chuckled: