Dan brushed them away and caught the head of
his companion in his arms.
"Tex!" he moaned, "Tex! Open your eyes, partner, I got him for you. I
got him alive for you to look at him! Wake up!"
As if in obedience to the summons the eyes of Calder opened wide. The
lids fluttered as if to clear his vision, but even then his gaze was
filmed with a telltale shadow.
"Dan--Whistling Dan," he said, "I'm seeing you a long, long ways off.
Partner, I'm done for."
The whole body of Dan stiffened.
"Done? Tex, you can't be! Five minutes ago you sat at that there
table, smilin' an' talkin'!"
"It doesn't take five minutes. Half a second can take a man all the
way to hell!"
"If you're goin', pal, if you goin', Tex, take one comfort along with
you! I got the man who killed you! Come here!"
He pulled the outlaw to his knees beside the dying marshal whose face
had lighted wonderfully. He strained his eyes painfully to make out
the face of his slayer. Then he turned his head.
He said: "The man who killed me was Jim Silent."
Dan groaned and leaned close to Calder.
"Then I'll follow him to the end--" he began.
The feeble accent of Calder interrupted him.
"Not that way.
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