I've got to stand here and watch him die.

And I shot an unarmed man." Shrinkingly Venters removed the rider's wide sombrero and the black cloth mask.

This action disclosed bright chestnut hair, inclined to curl, and a white, youthful face.

Along the lower line of cheek and jaw was a clear demarcation, where the brown of tanned skin met the white that had been hidden from the sun.
"Oh, he's only a boy!...

What! Can he be Oldring's Masked Rider ?" The boy showed signs of returning consciousness.