"
"Have you got a revolver?" asked Higgins loudly.
"Sure! You don't s'pose I'd go up against that kind of a man without a
gun, do you?"
"Oh, goodness!" some one whispered in Crosby's ear.
"But he ain't armed," argued Higgins. "If he'd had a gun don't you
s'pose he'd shot that dog an' got away long before he did?"
"That shows how much you know about these crooks, Higgins," said the
other loftily. "He had a mighty good reason for not shooting the dog."
"What was the reason?"
"I don't know jest what it was, but any darned fool ought to see that he
had a reason. Else why didn't he shoot? Course he had a reason. But the
funny part of the whole thing is what has become of the woman."
"What woman?"
"That widder," responded the other, and Crosby felt her arm harden. "I
never thought much o' that woman. You'd think she owned the whole town
of Dexter to see her paradin' around the streets, showin' off her city
clothes, an' all such stuff. They do say she led George Delancy a devil
of a life, an' it's no wonder he died."
"The wretch!" came from the rear of the wagon.
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