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“
I
can
’
t
tell
.
Sometimes
I
think
I
feel
it
beat
and
sometimes
I
don
’
t
.
I
never
saw
a
dead
man
before
.
”
“
Well
,
you
can
’
t
tell
by
the
heart
.
”
“
What
’
s
the
good
of
talking
so
blame
much
.
Dead
or
not
,
let
’
s
carry
him
back
to
the
house
.
”
Two
or
three
ran
back
to
the
road
for
planks
from
the
broken
bridge
.
When
they
returned
with
these
a
litter
was
improvised
,
and
throwing
their
coats
over
the
body
,
the
party
carried
it
back
to
the
road
.
The
doctor
was
summoned
and
declared
the
cow
-
puncher
to
have
been
dead
over
half
an
hour
.
“
What
did
I
tell
you
?
”
exclaimed
one
of
the
group
.
“
Well
,
I
never
said
he
wasn
’
t
dead
,
”
protested
the
other
.
“
I
only
said
you
couldn
’
t
always
tell
by
whether
his
heart
beat
or
not
.
”
But
all
at
once
there
was
a
commotion
.
The
wagon
containing
Mrs
.
Hooven
,
Minna
,
and
little
Hilda
drove
up
.
“
Eh
,
den
,
my
men
,
”
cried
Mrs
.
Hooven
,
wildly
interrogating
the
faces
of
the
crowd
.
“
Whadt
has
happun
?
Sey
,
den
,
dose
vellers
,
hev
dey
hurdt
my
men
,
eh
,
whadt
?
”
She
sprang
from
the
wagon
,
followed
by
Minna
with
Hilda
in
her
arms
.
The
crowd
bore
back
as
they
advanced
,
staring
at
them
in
silence
.
“
Eh
,
whadt
has
happun
,
whadt
has
happun
?
”
wailed
Mrs
.
Hooven
,
as
she
hurried
on
,
her
two
hands
out
before
her
,
the
fingers
spread
wide
.
“
Eh
,
Hooven
,
eh
,
my
men
,
are
you
alle
righdt
?
”
