"You admit bein' at the head of Twenty Mile, then?"
"Admit it? Yes."
"What time?"
"Three o'clock or thereabouts,"—after a pause in which he considered.
"See any other men?"
"Not a man until I got back."
Hepburn looked about. Two-Bits muttered lowly to himself. Riley dragged a spur across the floor slowly. Every eye in the room was on Beck, and Beck's eyes were on Hepburn.
"Then will you tell the boys how come this?"
The foreman drew a gun and holster from behind him. It was Beck's gun. He drew it from the scabbard, broke it and dropped the cartridges into his palm.
Three of the shells were empty.