BOLLINGER. [In great excitement.] Say, boys—man killed up at
Clark's—
JOE. [Catching the thrill.] Man killed?
BOLLINGER. Yes.
LIZBETH and EM'LY. Oh!
JOE. Run over?
BOLLINGER. Shot.
ALL. Shot!
BOLLINGER. [Revelling in the gossip.] Travers shot him. Sam Fowler came in the drug-store, and the minute he saw him he said, "That's the man robbed my car—"
JIM. [Quietly.] What's he look like?
BOLLINGER. [Impatiently.] Why, Travers—Sam says that's the man—and Travers started for the window—stepped right into the perfumery case, then on the sody-water counter, and this fellow grabbed him. First we see Travers had his gun right against the fellow's neck and—bang—he turned around with both hands up, this way, and kneels down right at Bill Sarber's feet.