The new-comers nodded to the colonel and Gilmore as they paused to stare mutely at the body on the floor.
"He bled like a stuck pig!" said one of the men at last.

He was a ragged slouching creature with a splotched and bloated face half hidden by a bristling red beard.

He glanced at Gilmore for an uncertain instant out of a pair of small shifty eyes.

"It's murder, ain't it, boss ?" he added.
"No doubt about that, Joe!" rejoined the gambler.
"I suppose it was robbery ?" said the other man, who had not spoken before.
"Very likely," answered the colonel.

"We have not examined the place, however; we shall wait for the proper officials." "Who do you want, Colonel ?" "Coroner Taylor, and I suppose the sheriff," replied Harbison.
The man nodded.
"All right, I'll bring them; and say, what about the prosecuting attorney ?" as he turned to leave.
"Yes, bring Moxlow, too, if you can find him." The man hurried from the room.