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Page 12
"Will you answer?" Norton said coolly.
"Sure." Galloway kept his look steady upon the sheriff's, and into the
innocence of his eyes there came a veiled insolence. "Bisbee shot
first."
"Where was he standing?"
Galloway pointed.
"Right there." The spot indicated was about three or four feet from
where Norton stood, near the second card-room door.
"Where was the Kid?"
"Over there." Again Galloway pointed. "Clean across the room, where
the chair is tumbled over against the table."
"How many times did Bisbee shoot?"
Galloway seemed to be trying to remember. He drank his whiskey slowly,
reached over the bar for a cigar, and answered:
"Twice or three times."
"How many times did Rickard shoot?"
"I'm not sure. I'd say about the same; two or three times."
"Where was Antone standing?"
"Behind the bar; down at the far end, nearest the door."
"Where were you?"
"Leaning against the bar, talking to Antone."
"What were you talking about?"
This question came quicker, sharper than the others, as though
calculated to startle Galloway into a quick answer. But the proprietor
of the Casa Blanca was lighting his cigar and took his time. When he
looked up, his eyes told Norton that he had understood any danger which
might lie under a question so simple in the seeming. His eyes were
smiling contemptuously, but there was a faint flush in his cheeks.
"I don't remember," he replied at last. "Some trifle. The shooting,
coming suddenly that way . . .
"What started the ruction?"
"Bisbee had been drinking a little. He seemed to be in the devil's own
temper. He had asked the Kid to have a drink with him, and Rickard
refused. He had his drink alone and then invited the Kid again.
Rickard told him to go to hell. Bisbee started to walk across the room
as though he was going to the card-room. Then he grabbed his gun and
whirled and started shooting."
"Missing every time, of course?"
Galloway nodded.
"You'll remember I said he was carrying enough of a load to make his
aim bad."
Norton asked half a dozen further questions and then said abruptly:
"That's all. As you go out will you tell the boys to send Antone in?"
Again a hint of color crept slowly, dully, into Galloway's cheeks.
"You're going pretty far, Rod Norton," he said tonelessly.
"You're damned right I am!" cried Norton ringingly. "And I am going a
lot further, Jim Galloway, before I get through, and you can bet all of
your blue chips on it. I want Antone in here and I want you outside!
Do I get what I want or not?"
Galloway stood motionless, his cigar clamped tight in his big square
teeth. Then he shrugged and went to the door.
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