Cautiously he examined Briggs. His heart was beating, but he was unconscious. The blow on the jaw, together with striking his head on the stone, had given him a double knockout.
‘He’s not dead, Nan. I’m glad of that.’
‘But what will we do when he wakes up, Rex?’
‘That depends on him entirely. If he still persists in trying to be boss of this place, I shall shoot him with his own gun.’
‘Let me see that gun, Rex.’
He handed it to her and she looked it over carefully.
‘Every cartridge has been fired,’ she said wonderingly.
‘You mean, it is of no value?’
‘Not unless he has more cartridges in his pockets.’
Briggs was wearing no belt, and a search of his pockets failed to show any ammunition.