'There were four,' he said--'Ramon Gallegos,
William Shaw, George W. Kent, and Berry Davis.'
With this reiterated roll-call of the dead he
walked into the darkness and we saw him no more.
At that moment one of our party, who had been
on guard, strode in among us, rifle in hand and
somewhat excited.
'Captain,' he said, 'for the last half-hour three
men have been standing out there on the mesa.'
He pointed in the direction taken by the stranger.
'I could see them distinctly, for the moon is up,
but as they had no guns and I had them covered
with mine I thought it was their move. They have
made none, but damn it! they have got on to my
nerves.'
'Go back to your post, and stay till you see them
again,' said the captain. 'The rest of you lie down
again, or I'll kick you all into the fire.'
The sentinel obediently withdrew, swearing, and
did not return. As we were arranging our blankets
the fiery Yountsey said: 'I beg your pardon, Cap-
tain, but who the devil do you take them to be? '
'Ramon Gallegos, William Shaw, and George W.
Kent.'
'But how about Berry Davis? I ought to have shot
him.'
'Quite needless; you couldn't have made him any
deader. Go to sleep.'
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