Will looked thoughtfully at me without speaking, and the expression of deep sadness came over his face again.
"Where is he?" I whispered.
"His body was thrown into a trench with some others outside the town," answered Will.
"Then you killed him? Or was it a dream, what?" I gasped.
"Don't try to talk, Dick. You remember you shot him, don't you? Hit him through the body. I knocked your first pistol away, for your sister's sake, but you fired again before I could stop you. Don't talk any more and you will come out all right.
"There's not much dream about the whole business, I only wish there was."