Billy was one of them.
"He pulled a gun on me," explained the Pilgrim.

"I was trying to take it away from him, and it went off." Billy stood up, and, as he did so, his foot struck against a revolver lying beside the Swede.

He looked at the Pilgrim queerly, but he did not say anything.

They were lifting the Swede to carry him into the office; they knew that he was dead, even before they got him into the light.
"Somebody better get word to the coroner," said the Pilgrim, fighting for self-control.

"It was self-defense.