“—!” Patton swore and then erupted a stream of obscenity.
Bender stooped down and picked up the dead man. He worked him over his shoulder, followed Patton and the driver to the car. He flopped the dead man in the back.
Bender went back to get the other man. The driver had beaten him into unconsciousness and Bender couldn't tell how badly he was hurt. As he came back to the car the people surged around him and headlights flooded the road as all the traffic stopped. There were shouts and murmurs and the discord of excitement.
Bender paid no attention. He put the other man in the back and told Patton to get in front. Patton swore again and crawled in. The driver put the gun in his pocket and got under the wheel.
“Just what the hell is this raid?” Patton gritted.
“Nothing,” Bender said. “You tried to get funny—that's all. Now you're going to jail.”
He got in the back and spread the men out so he could sit down.
On his right side was a dead man, on his left an unconscious man and both heads were down with their chins on their chests.
Patton swore again and said: “You killed a man, you big—” and Bender reached around with his hand and slapped him on the side of the head.”
“Pipe down,” he said; “or I'm liable to bump you.”