"What!" he shrilled. "Barger! Van, I'll——"
Van grinned.
"Don't forget you're tired, Bill. Matt won't get away."
"Good Lord, boy—tell me where's he at!" cried Christler, dancing on the floor as he strapped his guns upon him. "Me a-thinkin' I had shot him up and all this time——"
"You shot him enough, poor devil," Van interrupted quietly. "He's dead in my tent on the hill."
The sheriff paused with one hand held in the air.
"Dead! Crawled all the way to Goldite!" He started for the door.
"Hold on," said the horseman, blocking his path. "I told you Matt can't get away. We're going out to get Lawrence first, and then McCoppet and his friend."