"We'll try to take care of him. But he'll come the other way, I guess."
But Slike guessed wrong, for Billy Wingo, judging that the psychological moment had arrived, shoved his gun hand through a window pane and shouted, "Hands up!"
"You dirty Judas!" yelled Slike and, firing from the hip, he whipped three shots into the judge before he himself fell with four of Billy Wingo's bullets through his shoulder and neck.
Shot through and through, Judge Driver dropped in a huddle and died.
Slike, supporting himself on an elbow, mouthed curses at the man who he believed had betrayed him. The murderer's supporting arm slid out from under and he collapsed in a dead faint, even as Billy Wingo, with window glass cascading from his head and shoulders, sprang into the room.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
OPEN AND SHUT
"Well," said the district attorney, "you can't hold this man on any such biased evidence as this."
"But you see I am holding him," pointed out Billy Wingo.