"Why it's—" interrupted Harry.
"By the great pizen snakes, it is."
"It's a girl," marveled Frank, bending over the inanimate body.
"Dew Drop," answered Jesse, in a strange voice of constraint.
He opened the child's mouth gently and peered within.
"The little Indian maiden's tongue has been cut out. She was then thrown over the precipice after me," announced Jesse in a voice that brought a chill to every human being within hearing of it.
All the great outlaw's bodily ills were forgotten now, and in the stress of the moment his strength had come back. He was the man of iron once more and vengeance was written in the stern lines of his face.
"What are you going to do?" demanded Frank.
Jesse pointed to the body of the child.
"There is your answer," he retorted.