Nash raised his lantern high, so that the light fell full on the face of
Drew. The rancher was more grey than ever.
He said, with almost an appeal in his voice: "Mightn't it have been one of the other boys, shooting at random?"
The tone of Kilrain raised and grew ugly.
"Are you tryin' to cover the tenderfoot, Drew?"
The big man made a fierce gesture.
"Why should I cover him?"
"Because you been actin' damned queer," answered Nash.
"Ah, you're here again, Nash? I know you hate Bard because he was too much for you."
"He got the start of me, but I'll do a lot of finishing."
"Kilrain," called Drew, "you're Calamity's best friend. Ride for Eldara and bring back Dr. Young. Quick! We're going to pull Ben through."