His hand reached out and touched the body over which he had fallen, feeling a military button, and the clasp of a belt--it was a soldier then who had been shot.

Could she have done it?
Or did she know who did?
Whatever the truth might be, he would hold his tongue; let them suppose him guilty for the time being; he could establish innocence easily enough when it came to trial.

These thoughts flashed through his mind swiftly; then the light of the lantern gleamed in his eyes, and he saw the faces clustered about.
"All right, Mapes," commanded the man with the light.

"Let the fellow up until I get a look at him.

Who the hell are you ?" "Sergeant Hamlin, Seventh Cavalry." "Darned if it ain't.