There were no bullet marks upon wall or
woodwork.
"Bisbee shot two or three times, did he?" he cried, wheeling on the
Kid. "And missed every time? And all the bullets went through the one
hole in the window, I suppose?"
The Kid shrugged insolently.
"I didn't watch 'em," he returned briefly.
Galloway and Antone were allowed to come again into the room, and of
Galloway, quite as though no hot word had passed between them, Norton
asked quietly:
"Bisbee had a lot of money on him. What happened to it?"
"In there." Galloway nodded toward the card-room whose door had
remained closed. "In his pocket."
A few of the morbid followed as the sheriff went into the little room.
Already most of the men had seen and had no further curiosity. Norton
drew the blanket away, noted the wounds, three of them, two at the base
of the throat and one just above the left eye. Then, going through the
sheepman's pockets, he brought out a handful of coins. A few gold,
most of them silver dollars and half-dollars, in all a little over
fifty dollars.
The dead man lay across two tables drawn together, his booted feet
sticking out stolidly beyond the bed still too short to accommodate his
length of body. Norton's eyes rested on the man's boots longer than
upon the cold face.
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