Now, you fellows take a look, and see if some of you can't name the poor devil." They glanced down, one after the other, over Bill's shoulder, shading their eyes from the rain so as to see clearer.

The light of the flickering lantern streamed full on the ghastly face, but each man shook his head, and passed on.

Keith hung back, hoping some one would identify the body, and not make it necessary for him to take part in the grewsome task.

It was not likely to be any one he knew, and besides, he felt the man had died in his stead, and he dreaded to look upon the stricken face.

When the last of the group had drifted back out of the radius of light, Hickock looked up, and saw him.
"Here, Jack," he said, gravely, "you better try--you might know him." Keith bent over, and looked down.