He pointed to the rigid form of the dead man, lying there so very near them.
The dead man, they said, had desired to be buried across the frontier.
Then, as he had nothing else, he dragged the body of the dead man on to it and left him there.
But, for the dead man we have left behind, we have brought back a dying one.
Of every dead man and woman it may be said: He—she—is not here, but is risen and gone before us.
Then he was lowered into the bath in which the dead man had been dipped.
And that was all; there was no further question of the dead man.
Apparently nothing but that the dead man's bone will not knit.
Not a soul followed—not even the living dog of the dead man, if he had one.
For answer a blow from Morris's fist dropped the sheriff like a dead man.