“Little attention had been attracted by the party as it moved hurriedly down the long corridor, for the reason that at that hour there were few to notice them. One was Witt, the liveryman, and the two handcuffed together were Jones and Walker. The bracelets were removed as soon as they were safely in the marshal’s office and the doors were closed behind them. “Each man carried a heavy, yellow oilskin coat, and none of the prisoners gave evidence of having enjoyed a moment’s rest or peace of mind in many a day. They were gaunt and hollow-eyed, and glanced suspiciously at every one and into every corner. “Their arrival disturbed the siesta of United States Judge Dundy, who, although it was long past his usual time of leaving the building, had stretched himself on the lounge in Marshal Slaughter’s office, as if he had an appointment and fully meant to keep it. “When the prisoners entered the judge slipped across the corridor into his own private office and was closeted with Attorney Frank Ransom, who had likewise been haunting the building for some time, apparently in search of a friend who came not. “Two other attorneys, comparative strangers in town, but who were afterward identified as F. H. Harvey, of Douglas, and H. Donzleman, of Cheyenne, were also flitting about from one office to another and in a very few minutes the entire party, with Prosecuting Attorney Baker, assembled in the office of the District Court and the prisoners were arraigned on the charge of selling liquor to the Indians. “They waived examination and their bond was fixed at $200 each, for which their personal recognizance was accepted. Another adjournment to the office of the marshal followed in order that the men might gather up their belongings, and they then left the building piloted by Attorney Donzleman and Deputy Hepfinger. Marshal Slaughter professed ignorance as to their destination, saying he supposed they were going to supper and that they had also asked where they could get new suits of clothes. “He insisted that he knew nothing about the case, except what he had read in the newspapers, and he did not even know that Deputy Hepfinger was in Chadron until that morning when he received a telegram from him stating that the deputy had arrested his men and would be in that night. They had been arraigned and released on bail, and further than that he was ignorant as a dove. “Deputy Hepfinger could not find time to say a word and Deputy Jackson was but little different. He simply admitted that he was in Crawford Friday and saw the men arrested. He had just sort of happened around to help Hepfinger bring them in, but neither deputy had gone out on that particular business. The marshal ‘supposed’ that Hepfinger had merely been following orders in the way of serving warrants issued by the United States commissioner in whatever part of the state he might happen to be. “The last move in the game was made late tonight (Tuesday).