"Not a bit. Butts is a little bunged up, but he's the handier man, even so. He drew the first bead."
"Charlie hurt?"
"No, he isn't hurt. He's dead. Three or four fellows had just looked in, on the quiet, to kind of apologise to Butts. They're down at Corey's now givin' evidence against him."
"So Butts'll have to swing after all. Is he in Court?"
"Yes—been a busy day for Butts."
A confused noise came suddenly out of the big cabin they were nearing. They opened the door with difficulty, and forced their way into the reeking, crowded room for the second time that night. Everybody seemed to be talking—nobody listening. Dimly through dense clouds of tobacco-smoke "the prisoner at the Bar" was seen to be—what—no! Yes—shaking hands with the Judge.
"Verdict already?"
"Oh, that kind o' case don't take a feller like Corey long."
"What's the decision?"
"Prisoner discharged. Charlie Le Gros committed suicide."