He tried to sit up, but was not able and he looked surprised.

"It's purty-damn hot-out here," he suggested.
Johnny and Billy carried him in the saloon and placed him by the table, in the chair he had previously vacated.

As they stood up he fell across the table and died.
Billy placed the dead boy's sombrero on his head and laid the refractory six-shooter on the table.

"I wonder who th' dirty killer was." He looked at the slim figure and started to go out, followed by Johnny.

As he reached the threshold a bullet zipped past him and thudded into the frame of the door.