Larry told how he had found her in the cave, and all about the lion tracks, and the woman cried and held the kid close to her, and thanked him about forty times.

Then when she'd wore the edge off a little, she took the kid inside to feed it or somethin'.
"Well," says Larry, still laughin', "I must hit the trail." "You say you found her up the Double R ?" asks Hahn.

"Was it that cave near the three cottonwoods ?" "Yes," says Larry.
"Where'd you get into the canyon ?" "Oh, my hoss slipped off into the barranca just above." "The barranca just above," repeats Hahn, lookin' straight at him.
Larry took one step back.
"You ought to be almighty glad I got into the canyon at all," says he.
Hahn stepped up, holdin' out his hand.
"That's right," says he.

"You done us a good turn there." Larry took his hand.

At the same time Hahn pulled his gun and shot him through the middle.
It was all so sudden and unexpected that I stood there paralysed.
Larry fell forward the way a man mostly will when he's hit in the stomach, but somehow he jerked loose a gun and got it off twice.