"No."
It was Kars who replied. Dr. Bill was examining the body of the man whose clothing was stained with the auriferous soil of his claim.
Two guns were lying on the floor beside the bodies. Pap moved as though to pick one up. Kars' hand fell on his outstretched arm.
"Don't touch those," he said. "Guess they're for the police."
Pap straightened up on the instant. His dark eyes shot a swift glance into the face of the man he had for years desired to come into closer contact with. It was hardly a friendly look. It was questioning, too.
"They'll be around right away. I 'phoned 'em."
Kars nodded.
"Good."
Bill looked up.
"Out. Right out. Both of them. Guess we best wait for the police."