"Here, hold up. There, there, pull yourself together, missus——. Here, drink that——. That's better——. We all have to die, you know, sooner[Pg 74] or later——. That's it. Sit there a minute or two. Now, you are going along all right, aren't you?" [Pg 74] "Yes—yes." "Drop more water? That's it. Now, how do you feel? Well enough to see the body? You'd like to? That's all right, then. Must be identified, you know. Just sit here a minute, and I'll arrange things for you." He went out, leaving the woman staring stonily at the roof of the saloon. To a subordinate on duty he said: "Open that cabin, Mace. Tuck a towel round the neck so the wound don't show. Woman's his wife. I haven't told her yet he's been murdered. Time for that after she identifies him. Stand by." He returned to the saloon in which he had left the woman. "Now, Mrs. Depew." The woman started. "Just lean on my arm, ma'am, and brace yourself up. This way. Mind the step. That's it. In here. There you are, ma'am. There's the body." The woman moaned, braced herself up as she had been told to, and went forward. The moment her eyes rested on the dead body she screamed:[Pg 75] [Pg 75] "That!" She flung up her arms, and burst into hysterical laughter, which ended in a wail as she sank, a nerveless heap, in the officer's arms. "Too much for her, Mace. Here, give me a hand out with her. That's it. Take her on deck, the air will bring her to. That's it. Fetch a pillow for her head. Heart's beating, and she's breathing all right—it's only a faint. The shock was too great for her." It was. She had expected to see in the dead man her husband. It was an expectation she had not realized. The face of