Leaping, Caney's arm came from his coat. See's hand was swifter, unseen. In flashes of fire and smoke, Caney, even as he leaped up, pitched forward on his face. His arm reached out on the floor, holding a smoking gun, and See's foot was on the gun. A dozen men had pulled down Toad Hales and Jody Weir. Gwinne's gun was out. "Stand back! The next man over the rails gets it!" Maginnis jumped beside him. The shouting crowd recoiled. "Sit down! Sit down, everybody!" shouted the judge. He pounded on his desk. "Bojarquez! Ross! Foster! Come up here. I make you deputies. Get this crowd out or get order." The deafening turmoil stopped as suddenly as it had begun. "Gwinne, arrest those two men for the murder of Adam Forbes," ordered Hinkle. "Well, gee-whiz, I'd say they was under arrest now. Here, gimme them." He reached down and handcuffed Weir and Hales together. "How's Caney, Dines? Dead?" Johnny knelt by the fallen man. "Dead as a door nail. Three shots. Did he get you anywhere, See?" "No. He was just one-sixteenth of a second too late." Charlie See looked hard at the cylinder of his gun. He had fired only two shots. "Pete, it's a wonder he didn't hit you. You was right in line." "I wasn't there," said Pete dryly. "Not when the bullets got there. Not good enough." Gwinne and Maginnis took the two prisoners to jail, by the back door. "Now for a clearing up," said Judge Hinkle. "You seem to have inside information, Mr. See. Suppose you tell us about it?" "No chance for a mistake, judge. I had a long talk with Adam the night before, about a lost gold mine at Mescalero. And three of the phrases that we used back and forth--it seems he picked them out to name his find. 'Goblin Gold.' I used the word 'gobbling' gold--joking, you know. And the story was about 'nine bucks'; and it wound up with an old Mescalero saying 'Won't you please hush?' It wasn't possible that those three names had reached the papers Pete found, except through the dead man's mind. Adam called these three men to witness for him, likely. Then they killed him for his mines. They destroyed his location papers, but they kept the names. Easier than to make up new ones. That'll hang 'em." "Sounds good. But how are you going to prove it? Suppose they get a good lawyer and stick to their story? They found a mine, and you got in a shooting match with Caney. That don't prove anything." "Well, I'll bet I can prove it," said Johnny Dines. "Ten to one, that letter Forbes gave me to mail was his location papers. He seemed keen about it." "Did he say anything about location papers? Was the letter addressed to the recorder?" demanded Pete.