I did my best for him.

I did, indeed, but it was no good.

I had to leave him.

There was no use sacrificing oneself for a dead man." She inclined her head sympathetically.
"Was he an Englishman ?" she asked.
He faced the question just as he had faced death years before leering at him, a few feet from the muzzle of his revolver.
"He was an Englishman.

The only name we had ever heard him called by was 'Monty.' Some said he was a broken-down gentleman.