"How many men were inside the jail when the three defendants came claiming sanctuary?" I asked.
He couldn't rightly say, maybe four or five.
"Closer twenty-five, according to the Rangers. How many of them were prisoners in the jail?"
"Well, none. The prisoners was all turned out that mornin'. They was just common drunks, disorderly conduct cases, that kinda thing. We turned them out so's we could make some repairs."
"You turned them out because you expected to have to defend the jail; because you knew in advance that these three would be along claiming sanctuary, and that Colonel Hickock's ranch hands would be right on their heels, didn't you?" I demanded.
It took a good five minutes before Sidney stopped shouting long enough for Judge Nelson to sustain the objection.
"You knew these young men all their lives, I take it. What did you know about their financial circumstances, for instance?"
"Well, they've been ground down an' kept poor by the big ranchers an' the money-guys...."
"Then weren't you surprised to see them driving such an expensive aircar?"
"I don't know as it's such an expensive—" he shut his mouth suddenly.