Part 15

He struck a match. By its pale and little light he made out the dead Harrington on the floor. Not a living soul, not even Goldie Cora!

Goldie Cora?

Said that practical damsel, when the matter was put up to her by Big Kitty, who being sentimental called Goldie Cora a quitter for leaving her dead love lying in his blood, “What good could I do? If I'd stuck I'd have got pinched; an' then--me in th' Tombs--I'd have stood a swell chance, I don't chink, of bein' at Bill's funeral.”

THE END.

End of Project Gutenberg's The Apaches of New York, by Alfred Henry Lewis