At the corner of the stable Miss Georgie was sliding from her saddle, her riding whip clenched tightly in her hand as she hurried to him.

Peaceful stood beside the team, with the lines still in his hand.
It was Miss Georgie's words which reached him clearly.
"You just HAD to do it, Grant.

I saw the whole thing.

You HAD to." "Oh, Grant--GRANT! What have you done?
What have you done ?" That was Phoebe Hart, saying the same thing over and over with a queer, moaning inflection in her voice.
"D'yuh KILL him ?" Gene shouted excitedly, as he ran up to the spot.
"Yes." Good Indian glanced once more at the heap before him.

"And I'm liable to kill a few more before I'm through with the deal." He swung short around, discovered that Evadna was clutching his arm and crying, and pulled loose from her with a gesture of impatience.