‘But where’s the young feller?’ wondered Bunty.
At this moment Dave Morgan and Cal Dickenson came in, but Lem Sheeley paid no attention to them. As soon as the greeting was over, Lem came right to the point.
‘As far as that young feller is concerned,’ he said slowly, ‘he’s out at the Lane place, nursin’ a busted head. I don’t reckon I’ve got to tell you and Bert that, Spike.’
Spike looked at him blankly and then at Bert.
‘Yuh see, I happen to know that old man Lane found you two jaspers fightin’ at his place last night. I dunno why yuh fought each other, and it’s none of my business; but a little later this—or it might have been before yore fight, as far as I know—this young feller, who says his name’s Morgan, showed up there and got belted over the head.’
‘Honest to God, we don’t know nothin’ about him,’ declared Spike solemnly.
‘Of course not,’ smiled Lem. ‘I didn’t reckon yuh would. But that’s what happened.’
Spike rubbed his chin and looked at Bert.
‘What do yuh know about that, Bert?’
‘I think he’s crazy,’ replied Bert.