seemed to her that she had found him at the legended gates of death.
"Miss Kate!" said Morgan desperately.
"You murderer!"
"You don't think that I did that?"
"It happened in your place—you had given Dad your word!"
Still she did not turn her head.
"Won't you hear me explain? He's jest in a sort of a trance. He'll wake up feelin' all right. Don't try to move him tonight. I'll go out an' put his hoss up in the shed. In the mornin' he'll be as good as new. Miss Kate, won't you listen to me?"
She turned reluctantly towards him. Perhaps he was right and Dan would waken from his swoon as if from a healthful sleep.
"It was that big feller with them straight eyes that done it," began Morgan.
"The one who was sneering at Dan?"
"Yes."
"Weren't there enough boys here to string him up?"
"He had three friends with him. It would of taken a hundred men to lay hands on one of those four. They were all bad ones. I'm goin' to tell you how it was, because I'm leavin' in a few minutes
