As he did so his heart seemed to rise choking into his throat, and a blur obscured his sight.

He swept a hand over his eyes and dropped on his knees into the mud beside the body, staring speechless into the white face, the sightless eyes.

Hickock watching him closely, and gripped his arm.
"What is it?
Do you know him ?" "My God, yes; Fred Willoughby!".