Hughes shot me from behind." He struggled upright, in spite of her efforts at restraint, feeling beside him for the rifle.

"Dupont was there, behind that dead pony.

What became of Dupont ?" She dropped her face in her hands, her form trembling.
"He--he got away.

He thought you were dead; to--to make sure he came over and kicked you.

Then he took your rifle, and the only pony left, and rode off." "And left you ?" "Yes--he--he never thought of me; only--only how he should escape with the money.