They shot him to pieces.

An' thet night some one of the Isbels shot Craig, who was alone on guard....

An' last--this here's what I come to tell you--Jean Isbel slipped up in the dark on Greaves an' knifed him." "Why did y'u want to tell me that particularly ?" asked Ellen, slowly.
"Because I reckon the facts in the case are queer--an' because, Ellen, your name was mentioned," announced Sprague, positively.
"My name--mentioned ?" echoed Ellen.

Her horror and disgust gave way to a quickening process of thought, a mounting astonishment.

"By whom ?" "Jean Isbel," replied Sprague, as if the name and the fact were momentous.
Ellen sat still as a stone, her hands between her knees.