Peaceful stared after them, went into the stable, and got a
blanket to throw over Baumberger's inert body, stooped, and made
sure that the man was dead, with the left breast of his light
negligee shirt all blackened with powder and soaked with blood;
covered him well, and tied up the team. Then he went to the
house, and got the old rifle that had killed Indians and buffalo
alike, and went quickly through the grove to the garden. He was
a methodical man, and he was counted slow, but nevertheless he
reached the scene not much behind the others. Wally was trying
to send his mother to the house with Evadna, and neither would
go. Miss Georgie was standing near Good Indian, watching Stanley
with her lips pressed together.
It is doubtful if Good Indian realized what the others were
doing. He had gone straight past the line of stakes to where
Stanley was sitting with his back against the lightning-stricken
apricot tree. Stanley was smoking a cigarette as if he had heard
nothing of the excitement, but his rifle was resting upon his
knee in such a manner that he had but to lift it and take aim.
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