"Hello, Cuffs! Purdy! That you, Tom? Well, you're too late."
"Too late," echoed little Purdy.
"Yep. Didn't get here in time myself to see who any of them were except the last. It was right dark, and they were most through before I reached here."
"But you knew one," Purdy suggested.
Healy looked at him and nodded. "There were four of them. I crept forward on top of that flat rock just as the last showed up. He was ridin' a hawss with four white stockings."
"A roan, mebbe," Tom put in quickly.
"You've said it, Tom—a roan, and it looked to me like it was wounded. There was blood all over the left flank."
"O' course Keller was riding it," Purdy ventured.
"Rung the bell at the first shot," Healy answered grimly.
"The son of a gun!"