Chapter 27
Life Adjust Itself Again to Some ThingsThe next day was a day of dust hanging always over the grade
because of much hurried riding up and down; a day of many strange
faces whose eyes peered curiously at the place where Baumberger
fell, and at the cold ashes of Stanley's campfire, and at the Harts
and their house, and their horses and all things pertaining in the
remotest degree to the drama which had been played grimly there to
its last, tragic "curtain." They stared up at the rim-rock and made
various estimates of the distance and argued over the question of
marksmanship, and whether it really took a good shot to fire from
the top and hit a man below.
As for the killing of Baumberger, public opinion tried—with the
aid of various plugs of tobacco and much expectorati
