He stretched a big shaking hand toward Jorth.
"Thet Nez Perce Isbel beat me half to death," he bellowed.
Jorth stared hard at the tragic, almost grotesque figure, at the battered face.

But speech failed him.

It was Daggs who answered Bruce.
"Wal, Simm, I'll be damned if you don't look it." "Beat you! What with ?" burst out Jorth, explosively.
"I thought he was swingin' an ax, but Greaves swore it was his fists," bawled Bruce, in misery and fury.
"Where was your gun ?" queried Jorth, sharply.
"Gun?
Hell!" exclaimed Bruce, flinging wide his arms.

"Ask Lorenzo.

He had a gun.