“Looks t’me like somebody done got hurt,” observed Pinch wisely.
He crossed the street with Barney hurrying along behind him.
The sheriff and the other men looked over the sides of the wagon-box curiously.
“What’samatter?” asked Blue. “Drunk?”
“Dead,” said Hashknife.
“Zasso?” Mr. Blue had a habit of speaking a whole sentence as if it were only a single word.
He moved to the end-gate of the wagon and looked at the body from that angle.
“Howdedie?”
“Quiet-like,” said Hashknife, manufacturing a cigaret.
“Huh!”