Chapter 17

“He’s certainly good and dead!” Monte said, as he stood looking down at the body of Louie Martin. “Whatever they did to him, it was a plenty! But you boys must be a little bilious—you can see for yourselves that he hasn’t been doing any talking for some time. What you heard was the wind, blowing around the corners of the house!” The “Kid” drew the back of his hand across his glistening forehead. He was standing near the door. “Don’t kid yourself, Chief!” he snarled. “We heard him talk—all of us did! And there’s ano…