The cowboys removed their hats, as Johnny went toward her.
“You was talkin’ with Jimmy Legg a few minutes ago?” he asked.
“Why yes.” She was unable to see the man on the floor.
“Well, he got shot,” said Johnny bluntly.
“Shot?” Marion jerked forward. “Did somebody—not dead?”
“He ain’t badly hurt, ma’am,” said Hashknife. “The doctor will fix him up in no time.”
Marion came forward to where she could see. Her face was white and her two hands were clenched tightly, as she looked at Jimmy Legg, stretched on the floor.
“Why, I just left him a minute or so ago,” she whispered. “Where did it happen?”
“Jist out in the street,” replied Johnny.
“By ——, I want to find the jasper that shot the poor devil!”