But it--was--Queen--" His whisper died away.
"Blue!" called Blaisdell, sharply.

Receiving no answer, he bent lower in the starlight and placed a hand upon the man's breast.
"Wal, he's gone....

I wonder if he really was the old Texas King Fisher.

No one would ever believe it....

But if he killed the Jorths, I'll shore believe him.".