"Yes," broke in Carter, his lips apart; "a pistol-shot close to my head! It woke me up. I ran before they could shoot me again. Where was it—Gus Heyser's? What am I doing here?"
For answer Sandy pulled Carter's revolver from his pocket. "Did you have that this afternoon?"
"Yes," said Carter, a troubled look coming into his eyes. "Where did you get it, Kilday?"
"It was found outside Judge Hollis's window after he had been shot."
"Judge Hollis shot! Who did it?"
Sandy again looked at the pistol.
"My God, man!" cried Carter; "you don't mean that I—" He cowered back against the tree and shook from head to foot. "Kilday!" he cried presently, seizing Sandy by the wrist with his long, delicate hands, "does any one else know?"
Sandy shook his head.
"Then I must get away; you must help me. I didn't know what I was doing. I don't know now what I have done. Is he—"
"He's not dead yet."