“‘Great beavers, Sid!’ gasped Mason, ‘we’ve killed a man!’
“‘I swan that’s so!’ agreed Bert Mason, in horror. ‘What’ll we do?’
“Of course there was nothing else to do but to climb down and see if the victim was really dead.
“The two horrified prospectors did so.
“They found that the man was dead to a certainty. One bullet had lodged in his brain and the other in his shoulder.
“The bullet in the brain of course was the fatal one, and that bore Bert Mason’s mark.
“It looked as if he was the real murderer, if the affair could be called murder. What made the matter worse, however, was the fact that the man was a prominent citizen of Silver City.
“Neither Mason nor Powell dared to go to Silver City after that.
“Both cut sticks and went into the woods to hide. Sid Powell was killed by Indians, but Bert Mason became a road agent.
“He was hunted for years for the murder of Clem Johnson. Suddenly he disappeared and was seen no more in those parts.