These expert sheriff's officers from Dugout had been able to
find a trail, even on the hard-frozen snow crust, and had tracked
the criminals directly to their cave.
Jim Ferrers went over to where the body of Gage lay on the snow.
Gently he turned down the cloth that covered the dead man's face.
For a few moments Ferrers gazed at the still face; then, awkwardly,
after hesitating, he lifted his hat from his head.
"That man killed your brother, Jim," murmured Tom, stepping up
to his Nevada partner. "You had other reasons for hating him.
In the old days you would have run Dolph Gage down and killed
him yourself. In these newer days you have left Gage to the hands
of the law. It is a much better way, and you will never even have
to wonder whether you have done any wrong."
"The law's way is always best, I reckon," returned Jim Ferrers,
slowly.
That same day, after the officers had gone with their men, Jim
Ferrers, finding that the crust was holding, drove fresh horses
to the doctor's cutter.
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