“You needn’t worry none about him.”

“Where is he?  Tell me—­instantly.”

“Wal, he’s in the other room patchin’ up a few triflin’ bullet holes.”

“Ah!...Bishop’ Dyer?”

“When I seen him last—­a matter of half an hour ago, he was on his knees.  He was some busy, but he wasn’t prayin’!”

“How strangely you talk!  I’ll sit up.  I’m—­well, strong again.  Tell me.  Dyer on his knees!  What was he doing?”

“Wal, beggin’ your pardon fer blunt talk, Miss Withersteen, Dyer was on his knees an’ not prayin’.  You remember his big, broad hands?  You’ve seen ’em raised in blessin’ over old gray men an’ little curly-headed children like—­like Fay Larkin!  Come to think of thet, I disremember ever hearin’ of his liftin’ his big hands in blessin’ over a woman.  Wal, when I seen him last—­jest a little while ago—­he was on his knees, not prayin’, as I remarked—­an’ he was pressin’ his big hands over some bigger wounds.”

“Man, you drive me mad!  Did Lassiter kill Dyer?”

“Yes.”

“Did he kill Tull?”

“No.  Tull’s out of the village with most of his riders.  He’s expected back before evenin’.  Lassiter will hev to git away before Tull en’ his riders come in.  It’s sure death fer him here.  An’ wuss fer you, too, Miss Withersteen.  There’ll be some of an uprisin’ when Tull gits back.”

“I shall ride away with Lassiter.  Judkins, tell me all you saw—­all you know about this killing.”  She realized, without wonder or amaze, how Judkins’s one word, affirming the death of Dyer—­that the catastrophe had fallen—­had completed the change whereby she had been molded or beaten or broken into another woman.  She felt calm, slightly cold, strong as she had not been strong since the first shadow fell upon her.

“I jest saw about all of it, Miss Withersteen, an’ I’ll be glad to tell you if you’ll only hev patience with me,” said Judkins, earnestly.  “You see, I’ve been pecooliarly interested, an’ nat’rully I’m some excited.  An’ I talk a lot thet mebbe ain’t necessary, but I can’t help thet.

“I was at the meetin’-house where Dyer was holdin’ court.  You know he allus acts as magistrate an’ judge when Tull’s away.  An’ the trial was fer tryin’ what’s left of my boy riders—­thet helped me hold your cattle—­fer a lot of hatched-up things the boys never did.  We’re used to thet, an’ the boys wouldn’t hev minded bein’ locked up fer a while, or hevin’ to dig ditches, or whatever the judge laid down.  You see, I divided the gold you give me among all my boys, an’ they all hid it, en’ they all feel rich.  Howsomever, court was adjourned before the judge passed sentence.  Yes, ma’m, court was adjourned some strange an’ quick, much as if lightnin’ hed struck the meetin’-house.

“I hed trouble attendin’ the trial, but I got in.  There was a good many people there, all my boys, an’ Judge Dyer with his several clerks.  Also he hed with him the five riders who’ve been guardin’ him pretty close of late.  They was Carter, Wright, Jengessen, an’ two new riders from Stone Bridge.  I didn’t hear their names, but I heard they was handy men with guns an’ they looked more like rustlers than riders.  Anyway, there they was, the five all in a row.