Theodore Goodridge Roberts

“ I halted in the centre of the wide circle of ashes and charcoal and set down the lantern.
"Here is the grave," I said. "I tried to hide it."
Tom stood beside me and gazed down at the ashes at our feet.
"That a dead man lies there I do not doubt for a moment," he said. "It is the identity of the dead man that I must make sure of." ”

“ But he isn't Henry. He is one who robbed in millions and murdered in thousands; and there he lies—harmless."
"I laid him there," I said; and I told him of my two hysterical shots at the shaking alder beside the moosemeadow, and of the old peddler who got Rose Jeanbard to dress his wounded hand, and of how the terrible one had died of blood-poisoning from that wound.
We replaced the earth and the mossy stones and burned more brush on and around the grave. Tom Deblore worked as if he were to be paid for the job and whistled as he worked. ”

“ You have been useless. I have shot and been shot at, and now you doubt my word. But for me—but let that go! Lion is worth ten of you, for intelligence as well as courage. You must be either mad or a fool! ”