Horse-Collar cocked one eye wisely, as he poured out a big drink.
“Right by the slack of the pants,” he declared. “They’ve got Jimmy Moran in jail, ain’t they? Here’s how. Well, well, well! ’F here ain’t one of them officers of the law!”
Wind River Jim had come in and was standing near the bar, considering them gravely.
“What about Jimmy Moran bein’ in jail?” asked Wind River.
“That’s what we’re here to find out,” grunted Lovely.
“Grab a glass,” invited Horse-Collar.
“I’m purchasin’.”
“I hadn’t ort to,” said Wind River sadly. “I’m deputy sheriff, you know.”
“What difference does that make?”
“Well, I might gargle one with you, boys.” But they didn’t stop at one drink.