Here—can he show a gun like mine?" and forthwith he held out his Colt, butt foremost, and indicated the notches he had cut that afternoon. A fleeting doubt went through his mind at what his outfit would say when it saw those notches. The Bar-20 cut no notches. It wanted to forget.
She looked at them curiously and suddenly drew back. "Oh! Are they—are they?" she whispered.
He nodded: "They are. There is plenty of room for Nolan's, an' mebby his owner, too," he suggested. "Can't you see, Norah?" he asked in a swift change of tone. "Can't you see? Don't you know how much I—"
"Yes. It must be terrible to have such remorse," she quickly interposed. "And I sympathize with you deeply, too."
"Remorse nothin'! Them fellers was lookin' for it, an' they got just what they deserved. If I had n't 'a' done it somebody else would."
"And you a murderer! I never thought that of you. I can hardly believe it of you. And
