If she wink she ain' dead. Purdy, she don'
wink no mor'. Dat damn good t'ing."
Again Alice Marcum shuddered as Endicott spoke: "Can you find our
horses?" he asked. "I must go to town and give myself up."
"_Oui_, A'm git de hoss' a'right. Better you tak' 'em an' skeep off.
A'm git on dat posse an' you bet we no ketch. A'm lak' you fine."
"No! No!" Endicott exclaimed. "If I have killed a man I shall stand
trial for it. I won't sneak away like a common murderer. I know my
act was no crime, let the decision of the jury be what it may."
The half-breed regarded him with a puzzled frown. "You mean you lak'
fer git arres'?" he asked in surprise.
"Why, of course! I--" the other interrupted with a laugh.
"A'right. Dat de kin' Sam Moore she lak' fer arres'. Sam, she layin'
back here a ways. She dipity sher'ff, an' we'n we com' on dem hoss',
Sam she git to fink 'bout he's wife an' kids. He don' fink 'bout dem
mooch only w'en he git dronk, or git scairt. Den he lov' 'em lak'
hell, an' he grab de beeg belly-ache, so dey don' got for feel sorry
'bout heem gittin' keel."
Slipping his own gun into its holster, the half-breed turned and walked
toward the spot where he had left the deputy, and as he walked he threw
open the cylinder of the officer's gun and removed the cartridges.
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