No; he's shot, or I don't know blood-stains." Jennie had slipped off her horse and to Duane's side.

Duane appeared about to faint.
"Air you his wife ?" asked the rancher.
"No.

I'm only a girl he saved from outlaws.

Oh, he's so paler Duane, Duane!" "Buck Duane!" exclaimed the rancher, excitedly.

"The man who killed Bland an' Alloway?
Say, I owe him a good turn, an' I'll pay it, young woman." The rancher's wife came out, and with a manner at once kind and practical essayed to make Duane drink from a flask.