The Yuma Kid lay dead, almost at the judge’s feet. Cupid Dart was sprawled on the table, and even as the judge watched, his body fell in a heap to the floor. Baldy was dead against the wall. Three others lay sprawled on the floor. The Toad was dying, breathing curses through the bloody froth on his lips. The rest of the outlaws were prisoners, their faces full of terror and their hands upraised.
The judge saw Jim-twin Allen leaning weakly against the farther wall. Each hand still held a Colt; smoke gently curled from the barrels. Tom Powers sprang toward Allen, but before he reached him Snippets dodged through the door and was by his side.
“Jim!”
“I done it!” he said, grinning at her.
One side of his face was burned black; a little trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth to stain his chin. He stood on one leg; the other hung limp and twisted.
“Ace Cutts—cover him—so the judge—won’t—know,” he whispered.
His guns slipped from his hands and fell to the floor. He smiled at Snippets.
Tom Powers caught him as he swayed forward. Sam Hogg pushed the sheriff away, almost fiercely.
“Let me tend to him!” he cried.
After an examination he arose to his feet, and there were tears in his eyes.