"The shock—his weakened condition—it was to be expected, though we hoped for the best." Lamb found it something of an effort to speak naturally beneath the Deputy-sheriff's fixed gaze. "But he wanted for nothing. Me and the nurse was with him at the last."
A mist blurred Dan Treu's eyes and he turned abruptly on his heel.
"Wait a minute! Ahem! there's one thing more."
The deputy halted.
"You will arrange with the County about his funeral expenses?"
"With the County? Billy Duncan's no pauper."
"Why ain't he? I've been around and found out he's got nothin' in the bank."
"You have?" He eyed Lamb for a moment. "Billy Duncan will not be buried by the County," he finished curtly.
"I'm glad to hear that," said Lamb conciliatingly, and added: "Of course you're not counting on that $90?"
"There must be some left."