“I ain’t reckonin’ to know. Some of Corrigan’s scum, most likely—I didn’t see ’em close.”
“How long ago?”
“Not a hell of a while. Mebbe fifteen or twenty minutes. I been missin’ a lot of time, I reckon. Can’t have been long, though.”
“Which way did they go?”
“Off towards Manti. Two of ’em took him. The rest is layin’ low somewhere, most likely. Watch out they don’t get you! I ain’t seen ’em run off, yet!”
“How did it happen?”
“I ain’t got it clear in my head, yet. Just happened, I reckon. The Judge was settin’ on the ledge just in front of the dobie house you had him in. I was moseyin’ along the edge, tryin’ to figger out what a light in the sky off towards Manti meant. I couldn’t figger it out—what in hell was it, anyway?”
“The courthouse burned—maybe the bank.”
Levins chuckled. “You got the record, then.”
“Yes.”