Then the other shrouded object was unveiled and identified as the gun which had disabled the air-car. Colonel Hickock identified the gun as the one with which he had fired on the air-car. Finally, the ballistics expert was brought back to the stand again, to link the two by means of fragments found in the car. Then Goodham brought Kettle-Belly Sam Bonney to the stand. The Mayor of Bonneyville was a man of fifty or so, short, partially bald, dressed in faded blue Levis, a frayed white shirt, and a grease-spotted vest. There was absolutely no mystery about how he had acquired his nickname. He disgorged a cud of tobacco into a spittoon, took the oath with unctuous solemnity, then reloaded himself with another chew and told his version of the attack on the jail. At about 1045 on the day in question, he testified, he had been in his office, hard at work in the public service, when an air-car, partially disabled by gunfire, had landed in the street outside and the three defendants had rushed in, claiming sanctuary. From then on, the story flowed along smoothly, following the lines predicted by Captain Nelson and Parros. Of course he had given the fugitives shelter; they had claimed to have been near to a political assassination and were in fear of their lives. Under Sidney's cross-examination, and coaching, he poured out the story of Bonneyville's wrongs at the hands of the reactionary landowners, and the atrocious behavior of the Hickock goon-gang. Finally, after extracting the last drop of class-hatred venom out of him, Sidney turned him over to me. "How many men were inside the jail when the three defendants came claiming sanctuary?" I asked. He couldn't rightly say, maybe four or five. "Closer twenty-five, according to the Rangers. How many of them were prisoners in the jail?" "Well, none. The prisoners was all turned out that mornin'. They was just common drunks, disorderly conduct cases, that kinda thing. We turned them out so's we could make some repairs." "You turned them out because you expected to have to defend the jail; because you knew in advance that these three would be along claiming sanctuary, and that Colonel Hickock's ranch hands would be right on their heels, didn't you?" I demanded. It took a good five minutes before Sidney stopped shouting long enough for Judge Nelson to sustain the objection. "You knew these young men all their lives, I take it. What did you know about their financial circumstances, for instance?" "Well, they've been ground down an' kept poor by the big ranchers an' the money-guys...." "Then weren't you surprised to see them driving such an expensive aircar?" "I don't know as it's such an expensive--" he shut his mouth suddenly. "You know where they got the money to buy that car?" I pressed. Kettle-Belly Sam didn't answer.