They were waiting in the sheriff's office in the court house in Bartolo.

They were waiting for Mr.Menocal.Winship had sent a messenger for him.

At one place in the room, handcuffed and tied, sat the evil-eyed Alvarez; at another sat Charlie Menocal, silent and apprehensive and with a sickly pallor showing under his dusky skin; and between them lounged Morgan.

The sheriff and Bryant stood across the room conversing of the storm.
"I thought your goose was cooked when that blizzard hit us," Winship was saying.
"Froze, you mean," was Lee's smiling reply.

"I thought so myself for a while.