We have brought her body here." "Good God!" "And we 've also got a prisoner, sheriff.

It 's that same Jack Burke you arrested me for killing.

He seems very much alive." There was a rustling back in the darkness, as if the man within was endeavoring to draw his body into a sitting posture.

Then he swore savagely, pounding his fist into the side of the bunk, as though seeking thus to relieve his feelings.
"Burke!" he fairly exploded at last, his anger appearing to stifle utterance.

"Jack Burke! Hell! Is that true?
Oh, Lord! but I wish I could git out o' yere.