“Of being an accomplice of Jack Weeden and his gang.”
“Of what are they guilty?”
“Murder.”
“You had better tell the man all that you know about that gang,” said Sallie. “I told you that you had better keep away from that crowd, but you would persist in mixing up with them; now you see what is the result; you will be dragged off to jail, and I won’t have anybody to fuss with.”
“There will be one grain of comfort in that, to say the least,” remarked the farmer grimly.
Block thought a moment, and then, at the urgent solicitation of Sallie, told Nick all that he knew about Weeden and the beggar.
The wagon had gotten to the ferry, when it was compelled to stop. A great crowd of people blocked the street. They were shouting and struggling.
What was the trouble?
Nick jumped off of the wagon and dashed into the crowd; he was followed by the farmer.
As he reached the center of the crowd, he saw the body of a woman lying on the ground. She was dying from a pistol wound that had been inflicted by her jealous husband.