ver-hanging rock, and so heavy and secure that no
prowling coyote could reach the body, or even dislodge a single stone.
After it was all finished they decided that there ought to be
something about the grave to show whose bones rested within it. Nick
Ellhorn tore some blank paper from the bottom of a partly filled sheet
which he found in his pocket and wrote the inscription:

"Here lies the body of Bill Frank, who was white clean
through. He was done up by two of the damnedest scrubs that
ever died lying down. He killed them both before Tom Tuttle
and Nick Ellhorn got sight of the color of their hair, which
is the only thing we can't forgive him.

"P. S. and N. B.--This is the lost Dick Winters' mine, and
there is nothing in it, except Bill Frank's body."

They emptied the nuggets of gold from the tomato can and put them in
their pockets. Then they folded the paper and put it in the can, with
a small stone to hold it in place. Tom found an unused envelope in
his pocket, and Nick printed on it, in big capitals, "Bill Frank," and
they pasted it, by means of the flap, on the front of the can. Then
they made a place for the can midway of the stone wall, and fastened
it in so that it would be held firmly in place by the surrounding
stones.

There was an easy trail down one side of the canyon, which Dick
Winters had made long before by removing the largest stones. A dribble
of blood, dried on the sands, marked it all the way. Perhaps a mile
down the gulch it came to a sudden stop in a great heap of debris, and
a zigzag path started up the side of the canyon. The two men stopped,
following the course of the shelving trail with their eyes, and as
they looked there was a rattle of loose stone and sand, and some dark
body rolled over the side of the gulch from the top of the path. Their
hands flashed to their revolver butts, and stopped there, as they
watched its downward course in wonder. They saw the arms and feet of a
human form flung out aimlessly as the thing rolled from ledge to
ledge, and they tried to catch a glimpse of the face as now and again
the head hung over a rock and disclosed for a second the ghastly
features. Down it came, with the cascade of loose pebbles before it,
and lay still in the hot sand at their feet. It was Jim's lifeless and
mangled body. Nick glanced to the rim of the canyon wall and saw the
head of a coyote peering over.

"There's the beast that tumbled him