"I hate a killer!" she blazed unexpectedly.
"Does he look like a killer?" asked Prince gently.
"No, he doesn't. That makes it worse."
"Did you know that Dave Roush ruined his sister's life in a fiendish way?"
"I expect there's another side to that story," she retorted.
"This boy was fourteen at the time. His father swore him to vengeance an' Jim followed his enemies for years. He never had a doubt but that he was doin' right."
She put her rifle down impulsively. "Why don't you keep his face sponged?
Bring me water."
The Texan put his hat into requisition again for a bucket. With her handkerchief the girl sponged the face and the hands. The cold water stopped for a moment the delirious muttering of the young man. But the big eyes that stared into hers did not associate his nurse with the present.
"I done remembered you, 'Lindy, like I promised. I'm a-followin' them scalawags yet," he murmured.
"His sister's name was Melindy," explained Prince.