“That’s right. Let’s go find him.”
They wended their way to the Arapaho saloon, but did not find him there, and then they made a systematic search of every place they could think of.
They finally came past the bank, where they found the object of their search sitting on the sidewalk, holding his head in his hands. Lonnie almost fell over him in the dark.
“Now, where in heck have you been keepin’ youself?” demanded Lonnie. “We’ve been lookin’ for yuh for about a week.”
This was hardly true, because the accident had not happened more than twenty minutes previous.
Honey lifted his head and wiggled his arms.
“I’m all right, I reckon,” he said huskily. “Didn’t any of you ord’nary drunks see me go into the bank?”
“See yuh go into the bank?” grunted Nebrasky.
“Abs’lutely! Right through the window! I landed on my chin right in front of the deposit window with one of them horsetail plumes in my right hand.”
“And didn’t get killed?” wondered Nebrasky.