"Hobson won't steal any more horses," said the sheriff grimly.
"Is he dead?"
Walton nodded, but said nothing.
"Did you kill him?" Ted shuddered at the thought. To take human life was terrible to him.
"It was a fair fight, lad," said the sheriff. "If I hadn't done so, he'd have nailed me. In fact, I don't know how he missed me. I emptied my gun, and then closed with him. In the struggle his own gun went off, and the bullet went through his heart. A bad end for a bad man; but only justice."
It was discovered later that Walton needed an assistant. And so Ted did not go back to Minnesota after all. He might not have been much good as a cowboy, but Walton now thinks he cannot do without him to help in his work of keeping law and order in the district.