Galloway laughed and went out.

To Antone, Norton put the identical questions he had asked of Galloway,
receiving virtually the same replies. Seeking the one opportunity
suggesting itself into tricking the bartender, he asked at the end:

"Just before the shooting, when you and Galloway were talking and he
told you that Bisbee was looking for trouble, why weren't you ready to
grab him when he went for his gun?"

Antone was giving his replies as guardedly as Galloway had done. He
took his time now.

"Because," he began finally, "I do not belief when Señor Galloway speak
that . . ."

His eyes had been roving from Norton's, going here and there about the
room. Suddenly a startled look came into them and he snapped his mouth
shut.

"Go on," prompted the sheriff.

"I don't remember," grunted Antone. "I forget what Señor Galloway say,
what I say. Bisbee say: 'Have a drink.' The Kid say: 'Go to hell.'
Bisbee shoot, one, two, three, like that. I forget what we talk about."

Norton turned slowly and looked whither Antone had been looking when he
cut his own words off so sharply. The man upon whom his eyes rested
longest was a creased-faced Mexican, Vidal Nuñez, who now stood, head
down, making a cigarette.