“Hats off, boys; she is going over the range,” Shoshone had said while Muriel was gasping her last breaths. Helen covered the face, letting fall pearly tears as she did so.
While the moment was still tense there was a scream from a woman, and Dora rushed to the spot where the crowd had gathered, crying:
“Save me! save me!” And she ran to Helen as the only woman there.
John and Dopey threw prudence to the winds by pursuing her, and John drew his pistol, saying:
“We have a fine round-up just now, everybody together!” And he tried to seize Dora, while her father, with his eyes of fire and his hair flying in the wind, came rushing up.
“I heard Dora! I heard her!” Then he leveled his pistol at John, saying: “Move a muscle, and I’ll kill you deat!”
“Kill him, Dopey! I’m all right.”
“Never mind him, pardner,” said Shoshone to Morris. Then to John: “Your game is up, and I have won, as the Deputy Marshal. Boys,” he added, with a dread significance. They closed around the murderer and Dopey, who showed more fight than John had, but then he did not know quite so well the meaning of the deep silence that had fallen upon them all.
“Dora! Dora!” called the distracted father, when there ran into his arms what he had supposed was an Indian girl.
“Papa, papa! and Bennie, too. Oh, how glad I am! I don’t know how it all happened, but we are together now.”