“Ah-h!” she moaned, and was drifting, sinking again into darkness, when Lassiter's voice arrested her.
“It's all right, Jane. It's all right.”
“Did—you—kill—him?” she whispered.
“Who? That fat party who was here? No. I didn't kill him.”
“Oh!... Lassiter!”
“Say! It was queer for you to faint. I thought you were such a strong woman, not faintish like that. You're all right now—only some pale. I thought you'd never come to. But I'm awkward round women folks. I couldn't think of anythin'.”
“Lassiter!... the gun there!... the blood!”
“So that's troublin' you. I reckon it needn't. You see it was this way. I come round the house an' seen that fat party an' heard him talkin' loud. Then he seen me, an' very impolite goes straight for his gun. He oughtn't have tried to throw a gun on me—whate
