The men remaining in the barroom
were watching their sheriff expectantly. He swung about upon Galloway.
"Now," he said quickly, "who fired the first shot. Galloway?"
Galloway smiled, went to his bar, poured himself a glass of whiskey,
and standing there, the glass twisting slowly in his fingers, stared
back innocently at his interrogator.
"Trying the case already, Judge Norton?" he inquired equably.
"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.
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