"That girl in there is old man Cumberlan's daughter," said Daniels, "and no
matter what her--what Dan Barry may be, Kate Cumberland is white folks."
The sheriff remembered what Vic had said of yellow hair and soft blue eyes.
"Leastways," he said, "she seems to have a sort of way with the men."
"Sheriff you're on a cold trail," said Haines. "Inside that house is just a
heart-broken girl and her baby. If you want to see them--go ahead!"
"She might know something," mused the sheriff, "and I s'pose I'd ought to
pry it out of her right now: but I don't care for that sort of pickin's."
He repeated softly: "A girl and a baby!" and turned on his heel. "All
right, boys, climb your hosses. Two of you take Mat. We'll bury him where
we put Harry. I guess we can pack him that far."
"How's that?" This from Haines. "One of your gang dropped?"
"He is."
They followed him and stood presently beside the body. Aside from the red
mark in the forehead he seemed asleep, and smiling at some pleasant dream;
a handsome fellow in the strength of first manhood, this man who was the
second to die for Grey Molly.
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