“Probably didn’t know what he was doing.”
“Yuh mean—before or after he fell?”
“So you don’t know where the sheriff went, eh?”
“Just between me and you—and I want this held in strictest confidence, Mr. Stickler—I don’t. All we know is that he’s gone, Judge is gone and so are their two horses.”
“I might add to the confusion,” said Frijole owlishly, “by sayin’ that they’ve prob’ly gone to find the body.”
“Jud Bailey’s body?” asked Stickler.
“Well, yeah—that seems to be the only one we have on hand at the present time. Have a drink?”
“No, thank you.”
Stickler left the office, and they filled the cups again.
“Lizzen,” said Slim, “if we drink two more cups of this stuff we won’t even be able to find Lobo Canyon.”