‘I know damn well he is!’ blurted Bunty. ‘Why, some of the things he told me on the way from Cañonville.’
‘I’m talkin’ about Lem Sheeley,’ interrupted Bert.
‘Oh! Well, I’d like to know how that kid got over to Lane’s place. I told him to stay on the road, the damn fool.’
‘But you didn’t say which road,’ laughed Spike.
‘I suppose not. Gee, I shore wanted to get my hands on him, makin’ me spend the night out there, without even a blanket. I’ll buy a drink.’
‘Mebby this young Morgan is one of yore long-lost relatives, Dave,’ suggested Spike.
Dave Morgan laughed, as he poured out a drink.
‘Might be, Spike. Still, I suppose there’s a lot of Morgans scattered over the face of the earth. Well, here’s happy days, boys.’
‘Where’s Pete?’ he asked Spike, after they had finished their drink.
‘I dunno. He must have pulled out early this mornin’. Didn’t say anythin’ about goin’. Fact of the matter is, he didn’t wait for breakfast. When Briggs got breakfast ready, we found that the old man was gone. His horse and saddle were missin’; so we decided he left early. We thought we’d find him here in town. Did you just come from the Lane place, Lem?’