It is to tell you that those among you who are men will follow my steps under like circumstances.
"'Emory gave me his hand and his oath, in the manner of his frankness, to stand by an arranged agreement.
"'We were to meet at eight o'clock on that Sunday night. A—a beautifully good woman was to decide on our argument which man she would marry. In riding to meet my engagement I happened on an accident. Within half a mile of the settlement, close onto time, my piebald went back on his haunches and the groan of a man came up from the roadside. I found an overloaded miner, hurt in the leg, and the hope in my own heart aroused my sympathy. I mounted the man on my beast and headed him back toward camp.
"'Walk as I never walked, I reached the meeting place three minutes late. Ah—God—out in the darkness I saw Emory taking advantage of the delay.
"'None of you is so much a cur as to let the life run in a man who, under his honor, couldn't yield a rival three minutes' grace.
"'But, with the camp against me and Emory the friend of the sorriest, I couldn't face the music when the justice was done.
"'It is not mercy I ask. It is life hereafter. Come.'
"With a common impulse we started forward, only to halt in a frozen horror as Stoke's broncho threw up his head in alarm to watch with us the backward somersaulting of his master's body over the precipice.
"Though there was but one verdict, even Chase said as we rode down over the mountain that night, 'Emory might have given Shorty a few minutes' grace.'"
