Kind of a hard one, wasn't he ?" "No, no! A fine, brave, gentle fellow--poor Dick!" She stopped, her eyes filling with tears at many a memory.
"Hm!" coughed the boy.

"I thought he was one of old Boone's gang?
If he's dead, that made the last of 'em--except Red Pierre." It was like the sound of a trumpet call at her ear.

Mary sat up with a start.
"What do you know of Red Pierre ?" The boy flushed a little, and could not quite meet her eye.
"Nothin'." "At least you know that he's still alive ?" "Sure.

Anyone does.

When he dies the whole range will know about it--damn quick.