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42 "By Jove!" Hugh exclaimed. "I believe the beggar's asleep."

But he didn't speak quite the truth. In reality, he believed something far different. It is the way of a certain type of man to avoid at all costs any appearance or semblance of hysterics or sensationalism. Hugh was of that type, and he unconsciously shrank from the utterance of his true beliefs.

"Not asleep," the Indian replied bluntly. He stopped, walked into the tent, and turned the man's body in his hands. No wonder the camp fire was dying. Its tender—the sheep herder—had been shot and killed a few moments before.