were
stricken deaf and dumb, as is the way of our nation's wards.
When the sheriff inspected the stable and its vicinity, looking
for clews, not a blanket was in sight, though a dozen eyes
watched every movement suspiciously. When at the inquest that
afternoon, he laid upon the table a battered old revolver of
cheap workmanship and long past its prime, and testified that he
had found it ten feet from the stable-door, in a due line
southeast from the hay-corral, and that one shot had been fired
from it, there were Indians in plenty to glance furtively at the
weapon and give no sign.
The coroner showed the bullet which he had extracted from the
body of Saunders, and fitted it into the empty cartridge which
had been under the hammer in the revolver, and thereby proved to
the satisfaction of everyone that the gun was intimately
connected with the death of the man. So the jury arrived
speedily, and without further fussing over evidence, at the
verdict of suicide.
Good Indian drew a long breath, put on his hat, and went over to
tell Miss Georgie.
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