Then I reckon he stuck the whisky bottle in Frank's pocket and heaved him out.

He dropped the handkerchief out of his hip pocket when he jumped out of the rig.

It's right simple, and if folks didn't get to wondering about it, it'd be safe as any killing can be.

As safe," he added meaningly, "as dragging Fred Thurman, or unhooking Brit's chain-lock before he started down the canyon with his load of posts." Swan did not answer, but turned back to where the horse had been left tied and took up the trail from there.

As before, the dog trotted along, Lone riding close behind him and Swan striding after.