“Men have been put in the graveyard for talkin’,” said Roaring seriously.
“Is that so? Huh!” Lovely got to his feet. “I’m goin’ home and tell Horse-Collar Fields about Jimmy. Horse-Collar gits some awful good ideas. Jimmy’s our boss, you know. Oh, I’ll be back, Roarin’. All hell can’t stop me, I’ll tell you that.”
Lovely went weaving toward the door, slammed it behind him and headed for the hitch-rack. Ort and Smiley paid for their breakfast and went out. Sleepy grinned widely. He could understand Lovely Lucas.
“Just what happened out there last night?” asked Hashknife.
Roaring placed his knife and fork carefully on his plate and told Hashknife just what he knew about it. Roaring wasn’t sure about the two shots being fired, but he thought that he had heard two. He was riding pretty fast; but there was no doubt that two shots had been fired. Jimmy admitted that there had been, and Dawn spoke of the two shots.
“Jimmy was a fool,” declared Roaring.
“He knew what would happen.”
“You say Jimmy threw somethin’ against the window to attract Conley, and then called to Conley, telling him that it was Jimmy Moran outside?”
“That’s what Dawn said; Jimmy didn’t deny it.”
“And when Conley came to the door he took a shot at Jimmy and Jimmy shot him.”