“Shore et is!” added Nomad, dropping down. “Lawless ain’t wearin’ ther same clothes he useter, but et’s him, an’, somehow, he’s saved ther hangman a job. He’s cashed in, Hickok.”
“What killed him?”
“A bullet. Thar’s er wound in his side.”
“Nick,” said Wild Bill, with a sudden thought, “do you remember the shot Henry Blake fired at Lawless?”
“Shore I remember et.”
“Well, that is what did the work for him.”
“I ain’t thinkin’ thet way, Wild Bill. Thet shot o’ Blake’s was fired a week ago, an’ et wasn’t no later’n this arternoon thet Lawless took his men agin’ ther stage a couple o’ times.”
“That’s a fact!” murmured Wild Bill, puzzled. “And we’re overlooking what Hank Tenny said about Buffalo Bill and Dell going to Chavorta Gorge after Lawless. How can——”
“No use of me watching Gentleman Jim any more,” said De Bray, coming in under the ledge just then. “Seen anything of my twenty thousand, any of you fellows?”
“There’s the man that maybe took it, De Bray,” said Wild Bill, striking another match and indicating the body of Lawless, “and,” he added enigmatically, “maybe didn’t.”