“A house?” asked the surprised man.
“Yes.”
“What kind of a house?”
“One that will fit a dead man.”
“Yer mean a grave?” asked the outlaw, in a tone of horror.
“I do.”
“Yer don’t mean ter kill me, and fust make me dig my own grave?”
“No, you are not worth burying; but I wish to bury that Injun, there, and being lazy, as I told you, I want you to dig his grave.”
The outlaw seemed to feel relieved in knowing that he was not the one to occupy the grave, and he at once set to work, and with his knife began to throw out the earth quite rapidly.