A chorus, astonished, eager. "What did he do it for?"
"No man'll ever know," said the sheriff.
"Why not?"
"Because Sinclair'll be dead before he has a chance to look a jury in the face."
There were more questions. The little crowd had got its breath again, and the words came in volleys. The sheriff cut sharply through the noise.
"Where's Bill Wood?"
"He's in town now."
"Charley, will you find Billy for me and ask him to slide over to my office? Thanks! Where's Arizona and Red Chalmers?"
"They went back to the ranch."
"Be a terrible big favor if you'd go out and try to find 'em for me, boys. Where's Joe Stockton?"