But his step was lighter and quicker as he followed Bull into the front room.
"In that closet, yonder," said Reeve, pointing to a door.

"That's where they keep the guns." Bull shook out his bundle of keys into the great palm of his hand.
"Not those keys--the deputy has the key to the closet," said Pete.

"I saw Anderson give it to him." Bull sighed.

"I ain't got much time, partner," he said.

Approaching the door, he examined it wistfully.