"If I didn't, he's only got three cartridges left!" We left the Greek's body in the tree for Schillingschen to shoot at further if he saw fit; it was safer there from marauding animals than if we had laid it on the ground, and as for the rites of the dead, it was a toss-up which was better, kites and vultures, or jackals and the ants.

We saw no sense that night in laboring with a knife and our hands to bury a body that the brutes would dig up again within five minutes of our leaving it.
"Schillingschen has three cartridges,"' sad Will.

"One each for you, me and Fred Oakes! I'll stay and trick him some more.

I'll think up a new plan.

I don't care if he gets me.