- Resisting any proffers of assistance, he began to fill the grave, turning his back
on the crowd, that after a few moments' hesitation gradually withdrew. As they
crossed the little ridge that hid Sandy Bar from view, some, looking back, thought
they could see Tennessee Partner, his work done, sitting upon the grave, his
shoulder between his knees, his face buried in his red bandanna handkerchief.
But it was argued by others that you couldn't tell his face from his
handkerchief at that distance; and this point remained undecided. -