"And you, too," he added, flickering a glance at Miss Georgie.
"The dead line," said Good Indian coolly, "is beyond the Point o' Rocks.
I'd like to see you on the other side by sundown." Stanley looked him over, from the crown of his gray hat to the tips of his riding-boots, and laughed when his eyes came back to Good Indian's face.

But the laugh died out rather suddenly at what he saw there.
"Got the papers for that ?" he asked calmly.

But his jaw had squared.
"I've got something better than papers.

Your boss is dead.

I shot him just now.