I've got evidence now." "Go ahead," directed the judge.
"Well, on the night of the killing two of my men were nosing around the level near Devil's Hole, trying to locate a horse thief who had been trailed to that section.

They didn't find the horse thief, but they saw a bunch of men sneaking around a camp fire that belonged to the outfit which was trailin' the herd that went down in Devil's Hole.
"They didn't interfere, because they didn't know what was up.

But they saw one of the men stampede the herd, and they saw the rest of them do the killing." "Who did the killing ?" "Dale and his gang," declared the sheriff.
Judge Graney's eyes glowed.

He sat erect and looked hard at the sheriff.
"Who is Sanderson ?" he asked.
"That's the fellow who bossed the trail herd." The judge smiled oddly.

"There were three thousand head of cattle ?" Warde straightened.