I'm--well, strong again.

Tell me.
Dyer on his knees! What was he doing ?" "Wal, beggin' your pardon fer blunt talk, Miss Withersteen, Dyer was on his knees an' not prayin'.

You remember his big, broad hands?
You've seen 'em raised in blessin' over old gray men an' little curly-headed children like--like Fay Larkin! Come to think of thet, I disremember ever hearin' of his liftin' his big hands in blessin' over a woman.

Wal, when I seen him last--jest a little while ago--he was on his knees, not prayin', as I remarked--an' he was pressin' his big hands over some bigger wounds." "Man, you drive me mad! Did Lassiter kill Dyer ?" "Yes." "Did he kill Tull ?" "No.

Tull's out of the village with most of his riders.